The only ghosts I’ve met expressed hesitant sentiment that I talk too much. Having come around solely to hush my mortal sounds. Like bragging, they say.
Lover lays close, well too close to my raged depraved hungry hollow eyes. Reluctant honesty writhes closer by the hour and my past is a good excuse. I promised things differently. Lover lay closer, let dollar signs fill your sensitive sighs with welcomed lies. Use the past as an excuse. I won’t say a word.
Who will destroy us all? I’ve got a bad feeling about the quality of sleep her eyelids boast. Lucid turned vivid, to hell with this. She’s the worst in me; dreams and all.
Kissing halts, hips left unwrapped: carnal displays. (Illegal tender.) Another round of oh shit recognitions. And it’s my mistake. It’s not that I don’t fancy you.
Providing a more manageable mediocre, keeping daily grind in mind and side-effects aside. Proxified. Thoughts tossed, marked unjust, and replaced by ever increasing milligrams. Kick back my comrade. Our heads are balloons until, like everything else, they flatten too. Tongue reaching out for once thought solutions, only finding reuptake inhibitions and adverse interactions. Ex-helping hand found cause, driving us mad.
Greener, I hope its greener there. I hope its somewhere you’ve wanted to be for far too long to hold out any longer. You won’t do your own talking. Cast aside any future plans because you had to leave tonight, no goodbyes in mind. So leave in peace you selfish piece. I’ll always love you but won’t know why. Still, with any luck its greener there.