stop listening and start looking at me

Moving from the warmest place on Earth, being one of the first times I stopped feeling lonely.. going from that to sitting in a corner, not wanting to talk to anyone, feeling the whispers again, the mud and the face of the pure gold drowned in holy water. Misery could be a state of being but your soul drags me there because it’s broken in pieces.. Bits and pieces.. Bits and accolades and scars and wounds and cold tunes.. it’s not about screaming, it’s about shuting ur brain down when u need it the most.  It’s about the mistic pleasure of knowing the only truth there is, not yours, not his, the truth. And u know it so that’s craving inside you in every second of loneliness.. you hear the beats and you see the storms, they all mix with their faces, mostly his face but there’s more of them.

Purify your veins with my eyes and electrify your wounds with my smile. You need to listen my voice instead of the whispers. salvation or a new war.. What are u looking for?

clear thoughts in a fog and blue skies reflecting in the water.. Seems like crunching bugs on your head while you bite your tongue with pain and drown it in blood. you gnash your teeth until you feel them breaking up like glass.. Every feeling feels 1000 times more intense than it should because your head feels like an oven ready to blow up.

The loneliest thing there is is a piano. I always rely on the piano to get the tears out on my face and get those wounds out in the sunlight where they will burn and make u scream, at last.. u will scream because it’s ur wounds are getting sun-dried and cured. U are getting salvation even though u refuse to receive it…. U’r empty and waiting to be filled again.. Oh, look, there’s an SMS!

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