Trashed to the floor

A breathe in this world is a choke hazard.
Mind blitzed in covers.
Eyes sighing , sick of trying.
You're lying.
You're lying.
I see it. I'm trying.
Bending the pages, slicing my fingers down the seam.
Agony it seems.
The phycadelic thoughts haha never really known to turn out true.
Creature of the star people. I rest my case upon your dropping face.
Come on baby ... Let's dance in lies.
Pretend it's all fair. Player.
Haha dreams of marriage ...
Haha dreams of love ...
Honey I'm sick of your sleezy hugs.
Twisted digs.
Confusion switches, playing with me like a toy out a toy box. Taunting me like your taming a lion.
"Caring" while staring.
Bluring... In and out ...
Bluring...In and out...
Broken fixture. Watering spout.
The burning sensation of my slap placed in a needing loop of pain. Disastrous.
Wanting to fade away.
Getting lost in "pains" like you.
Icky whicky dirty boy.
Want some cake? Want a bru?
How about suffocated down your throat and splashed across your face...Burn you ...Kick you ...Laugh at you .
Just in the same way.
Refrain from the heartbreak.
Refrain from the talk .. the look.
The books. Communication is fucked.
Loyalty is joked upon.
Faces washing away in unloved moves.
Shape shifted into a different groove.
Tedious anger. Spite . Delight.
A mastermind.
Scared reality. Is more pain to be?
Can I let people near me?
Or do I run like I did before?
Is there really any need to question anymore ... The answer is for sure! ! !