Your artificial sentimentality is disgusting

i'll still love you without the interference of flesh, is what i thought. but the time has passed since then, how did i materialize a touch that could never exist? but then it was just another touch with you. is this the smile i stake my life on? why did my heart forget its softness?

the pungency of goat shit and week old blood fermenting across street corners

it was pitch dark with light emitting from passersby when i found you

an infantile approach to death

death is indiscriminate when it should be much more painful for you

the only sensible thing you could do now is die