i ruin your good mood
before it can get to you
a few words not thought through
my mind two steps behind my mouth
infectious little wound love
a gaping diaphragm, netherhole
the efficiency in mindlessness on a large scale
filled with nothing
but
filling with everything
dying everyday
the same way
but
yeah i know
we all know...
you are right here
in my pocket a phone call that's all
a blind conversation with a myctophobiac
the further you are away
the more i hate you
my irrationality ruptures our humor
the more we talk the less we produce
there is love in solitude and in waiting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
uv made this poem an amazing one.. great write like the words