my wangsty girl poetree

[diagnosis]

midnight
c. sophie i.




smooth, sleek substance
seep through slivers,
sly cracks in so many
creeping, sleeping spectres
haunt my mind,
showing deepest sneaky
speeches, soft mumbles,
you. me. soft mumbles,
say; 'i want you more',
say; 'it's all over',
say; 'ride unbidden waves of lust',
ride to this softly sweeping
place of sloth,
circular corruption,
turrets desiring nothing
but the tossing of
several softly falling notes
pleading for
help!
say; 'i need to find a way out'.
.

[brokencrayon]

*grabs a tissue* sniff sniff.. that was touching or maybe its just my current mood ...