back unto the depths of pron go i once again

i want spines and pulled glossy skin and veins and shadowy overlay, blood, bruise. sticky saliva.
oh science what i'd do for a nice, deep, rainbow colored bruise in some soft fleshy flesh.
glossy bloodshot eyeballs
puckers and sockets and calluses - oh mine.

who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with doom?

Bend your knees
An'bow your head,
An' pull date rope
Until you' dead

i think about you all the time
and i miss you like hell
and i never even knew you.
my entire existence i would trade for you to have found happiness enough for you.

the veins in my hand won't stop
and neither will these cries for help from you
they're deep inside me
guilty and hateful of themselves
the voice keeps saying “help.” and there's nothing else there. sobbing and cries for help. i wish i could ask you, but you're already dead. and all i have is this whiskey and this deep down sadness that just insists on screaming for help. sometimes i'm so alone and i've allowed things to go s far that.
it's such a mess and i'm so sorry for everything.
and now i just want to curl up under the desk and die. or find help down there. there's such a sadness inside me i don't even know what do do.
i want and i can't have and a trickle of drool just ran down my chin and this is so much more of a waste than i could have ever imagined.

i just want to scream “help” at you so that you will jsust hold me and make me better.
but insteat, the drool just keeps flowing
and you keep looking
and i keep wishing i was her.

did you get that gun, by the way?
i really expected more efficiency from you, you kmow.
he just keeps rolling along.

you're never going to listen, are you?
help help help.
help.