fluidicorruption

refugee

people stare at me sometimes a strange intrusion they don’t know that inside this heap of flesh

i was just thinking about how people hear what they want to hear. you say something, then they twist it around to mean what they want it to mean, even if it’s a bad thing. people get what they want out of everything, it’s all in perception.

all better

i can feel your pain you don’t know how i feel trying to open the door when i’m scared of what’s inside

dialogues

i think it’s a stalker… ha at first i thought it was you heads will roll no

a wise child to an otherworldly traveler

spiral an image from the depths but we’re not swimming in water that stuff all dried up a

fishers

it’s a windy night the fishers are out again screaming

lacking

gentle letters delicate for the keeping sometimes read bitterly

forbidden

taste my meat without guilt hunger no more upon your unholy knees an offering is made there is no reason to resist

runaway shaman

the world revolving around you never came near me until you broke away; a contrast of time and space enveloped my demeanour

Author: fluidicorruption