CW: swearing, dissociation, mentions of death, poison, and lies.
||[This will not make sense, it does not make sense to me even. Also I’m ok.]||
Rotten.
Rotten.
Spoiled memories.
Dead images.
Corpses dancing around with a blue hue swallowing them
As we sat there through the chaos since day one.
I knew it deep down.
I knew they weren’t real.
Soulless.
That's why we were on the bench and they were not.
A bench that also isn’t real.
Made up stories.
Fairytales told to lull the child to death.
And you.
You sang me to sleep every night beneath the swirls humming.
An aquarium of convincing lies and deceitful dreams.
It did not happen
nothing happened
nothing is real
The comfort of the black holes upon your eyes.
Never awake, never asleep.
Speaking languages you don’t understand
Muted.
Muted.
Muted.
The calmness of your raging whirlpools
Screaming curses out into a deaf sky—
An ignorant sky that doesn’t care for sh!t.
Shut up.
Nothing is happening.
I swallow poison
Knowing it’s poison.
Please run out before they’re here.
Mutated
It's not serious.
Nothing is serious.
They're all light-hearted jokes.
It’s all a dream.
TOUGHEN UP CAN’T YOU TAKE A JOKE?
Go to sleep.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
Sleep is also fake.
They're telling lies so he feels better.
You're not real.
You're rotting.
You're off.
Everything is off and everyone is off because nothing is real.
All there exists is corruption, pain, and guilt
And no one will do a thing about it.
Watch a movie, chew gum, listen to them talk like it was yesterday.
It's not yesterday.
It's not 4 days ago.
