You have potential!

I secretly think that you are a loser.

I honestly believe that you have no future.

If it weren't for the fact that I am living through you,

I would tell you as much.

For now I will live by the book.

While you make rules,

just to break 'em.

I'll pretend that it's alright.

I will tell you that I believe in you.

I will lie.

Because...

I secretly think that you are a loser.

not feeling it

fuck this
fuck you and your mother
and your father
and maybe even your brother (depending on how he looks this evening)
and this weather too
even though it's fucked up already
shitty droplets fuck up the snow
leaving everything clean
this fucking rebirth might even be enough
to clean up
my dirty mouth

foot in mouth

fingers...fingers are all that is left

philanges that once carressed innocent flesh

skin perhaps is the better word

when I write of this I must stick to the facts

you touched me

your dirty fingers contaminated me

ugly as they were in their wriggling glory

they squeezed past my defenses

clueless and ruthless I became less...of myself

transformation complete, or not

now I'm stuck in a limbo, a world between worlds

of what can be, and what I really want

perhaps it was the ugliness that triggered my waterfall of emotions

i empathized with your ugly fingers

but now I realize that their ugliness was in fact a warning,

to prevent the innocent from the wrath of their satanic puppet master

your fingers once carressed my skin,

that sensation I might forget in time

but what I will not forget,

what keeps me up at night

is the memory of your fingers

grasping my heart

and the soft assuring pressure I am now meant to live without.

I think I might be stuck

I'm stuck I'm stuck I'm stuck

Unstick me please

I'm down on my knees

Do you not hear my pleas?

I'm stuck