Netcees - my if

@PancakeBrah

alone in my room. glaring at my telescopic zoom.
stare into a window. watching the creek near the willows breeze past.
...its been awhile since forever.
ever just scream at pillow but the pillow doesn’t scream back.
I mean I’m othello. but othello doesn’t mean black
othello as in a fellow on his knees asking God. why?
drunk on the moon. I’m. obtuse in my tomb of thinking.
while shooting a crescent lunar, perfect penchant,
you’d think a lunatic would’ve welded it exclusively for you.
wielding our fortunes in such a cute position.
in it’s curves and awkward shape. innately start
a conversation about how I can’t live without your grace.
but you insist it’s not about your faith, and it’s not about the wait.
cause in itself you’d sell a chance to roll in dough. to hold it.
what a monotone existence, without it or a pinch of penny’s to roll up in it
without worry, on the cobblestones.
you didn’t sell your soul, the devil sold you your soul.
out of control, I couldnt wait to savor. the quench.
my odd behaviors were a symbol left aloft the danger.
i sensed along, but waivered all the questions.
embossed a razor pattern. blade along my face.
i lather in the blood i taste. you were the only
person ever brave enough to defrost this hyperborean fate.
i'm quite the storyteller. this isnt quite the dowry.
but at night i saw in half the drawings that i make.
there isn't quite the plight or quandary that i'd fake.
..OH WHY must there be money
took the stars and i tossed them towards God and told him to fuck off.
it's getting bloody, cause in theory, it doesn't even exist. hear me,
i have work to get a piece of paper that defines the way i think..
uhh ..it'll cascade. and by cascade i mean incandescence,
there isnt a way in hell this was a match made in heaven. and if it was,
it'd light up the cigarette that i'd flick away in your arrayed silhouetteness.
Cause I WISH! it would try and take and fix away the karma.
The proper, melodramatic dogma. The drama
pumping in IV's that resonates a subtle way to live
..against the ways I was brought up.
I'd send them a double faced scythe and kiss. The reaper.
The night is grim. My features, resemble an unsightly, twisted psycho.
Drenched in bloody tights, I skim. through all their personal details.

I'm heated. It's funny to me. I wouldn't accept your money if you were running to me. Cause I'd build a money suit and run over you. Now it's survival of the business. The same 1 i torch down in ember. Cause without money I'm still on cloud 9, remember? going wild. im clever cause there isnt a pricetag you could put on the miles and memories i had. stay away from all i have. cause my temper gets the better of me, and if you slip, and i'll use my money knife to butter knive your skin and turn you into money. it's nothing, out of whim, i'd love to chat about how much you love me. i love you, and it's quick but will you marry me?