In Your Eyes

Suffocation. A deliberate form of affection. Salvation. None will exist within your arms. There is nothing tranquil about your stare. A glimpse into the void in your eyes. A momentary cause to evacuate. Nowhere to go. Escaping from myself is an old habit of mine. I cannot keep you happy. I do not have it within me to do so. It is not in my way of living. I am not here to please you or anyone else. Fuck everyone. Some people are just meat sacks with consciousness. Some people deserve their torment. Slowly. Perfectly. I have not decided what to do with you yet. I might add you to my collection in my closet. I might add you to my collection underneath my house. The way you look at me in your particular way. Behind your eyes. Thinking of me between your thighs. No lies. No cries. Only the blissful torment of what lies within you. Your hands and thoughts. Caress me from within. The inner longings of your passion. They scream to be heard. Wings of a feather. Words once remembered. Flying high within the night sky. Along with the ravens word. Till both of us die.

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