will you come and read to me soon i can't see a thing

just ring me on your drunken walk home
tell me that you scared and need me tonight
your feeling scared, and your eyes are watering
because the worlds been hurting you,
and your skins been feeling too soft
because the worlds sharp to me too
and i dont believe in any more sleep
the cold rain and falling mushy leaves
will calm me down, and chill my skin
preserving the bones and the love
my eyes are too open i've noticed to much
but the worlds been skipping by
flinging me off, letting me flail
the months passed too quickly
my bodies filled with caffeine and alcohol
i swore i'd never end up the way
that my parents had shown me in their
boring office jobs
intoxicating their minds with legality
just to break to dull and numb
just for some action
to feel
to love

three nights ago i slept in my memory imprinted sheets
soaked in fear and complacement and longing
you talk, your recycled breath filling my mouth with a bitter taste
we stumbled about searching for affection, craving to be loved
learnign about attention,
i want my sheets to be soaked in your sweat
my lips swollen and my throat sore
my wrists bruised
fucking violate me
the worlds hanging on the brink of war, violence, and ocnfusion
make me feel safe, by ripping away all my security
everythign that i hold onto take away
it takes some effort to truely decomposed
to be left as nothing, to find yourself you've got to loose everything
you are everyhting, you are nothing, you to me are an idea
i see what you mean to be, not what you are
i see you lying on my bed
i see you shaking
ill suck the acid from your teeth
ill drink from you, ill feed myself form anything but your emotions
we dont exist anymore
i cant feel you anymore
so blinded and so empty and so pushed together

when i woek up this morning i felt i couldnt see through my eyes
i've ignored my photographic memory, till i cant see anything at all
my head feels empty and lightless, stuck in an empty distance space
if i try i can picture myself lay on the ink sky stain post red path
tears rolling back into my eyes, trying to soak the insignificance of me
compared to the stars, so i pick myself up and stroll to his house
hes standing at the door, and he doesnt get it yet he takes me in his arms
but i remember when you kissed my hair, it feels like im dissolved now
everything stinging my skin, the flashes of the movement of your hips
i'm choking on my words remember the declarations are in past tense now
we joked that id cry for contact when the distance was linked by time
but the proximity makes me cry, the music makes me cry, the tears hurt my eyes
i know its a waste of time but the bondage keeps me holding on