the hiding expert
i'm always scared and she's just asleep, and so we never reach the door. we have been tamed, captured, and trained by the god of boredom. and the things you think, they scratch and scream but never make their way out. i wish that they'd leave and swim into me but you've sealed your mouh. only i could find flaws on such a perfect face, the only one that ever really smiled at me. we've run out of things to say. we should not be surprised, we knew it would happen someday. i didn't think it could, but as it turns out, my favorite writer just steals her lines. it's not love that's hard to keep but rather lust that won't stay alive. passion has gone, she's taken some pills, she'll be dead by morning. there's no use to look, i've heard she's an expert at hiding. you say your just tired, but i can't believe you anymore.