chicken scratch

[Void]

Surviving despite these mindless of eyes. Life is a lie when you deny what's inside. Deny what's implied. Right. We're all fine? Call me emotional. Call me extremist. Call me when all you fall off the deep end. I'll console you. I'll hold you. I'll ball up your pieces. Your flaws and your weakness. Draw you all new 'til you call me your Jesus. Easier to worship than serve. Let religion be the crutch you turn to when hurt. You can't be burdened to learn.

I've decoded romance. The art of attraction. Could manipulate your senses. Sway your heart to imagine it's starved for my habits. But fuck, I'd be such a shark to enact 'em. Sometimes I just target, for practice. Just to remind myself of how smart I can pass as. This knowledge has wrecked me. In solace, directing the nobs. It's so stressing. Playing God, when God is a thought you don't acknowledge. Depressing. Process obsessing over ants. It's not that your ants, but the metaphor implants at least a piece of how little you mean to me. How simple your thinking seems. It's not ego. It's not my advancement or that you're dumb, it's just you're stuck at average fuck.