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I am one of the many tunnels leading into your soul.
and my pathway is coated with saliva and fairy tales
I am the part of you which grips your fears at night
and I squeeze the juices from your stomach,
and bring them up to the surface
to put on display. The forefront of your mind is my playground
and when it's midnight and insomnia cradles you in her arms
I bubble up like a wart
until all you can focus on is me.
Artists envy the way I paint your fears
and the way I nestle under you skin like a splinter
brings us closer together.
We have history, you and I.
I keep my torture devices stored behind your ears,
under your stomach,
beneath your brain.
Every time you look in a mirror and wonder if you're skinny enough
I take one more step into your tunnel.
I crawl up your spine and lick the back of your neck
because I like watching you shiver. I've painted a picture of you
in my image.
This is the one where you're fat
you're lonely
you're poor.
Your private orifices belong to me
and all your doubts are my fingernails
driving deeper into your skin-
into your mind
The werewolf inside you is real, and she's got a name.
My heartstrings are your heartstrings
I am the underbelly of self-consciousness
and I am quiet
and I am cunning
and I will creep into your tunnel when the lights are off.
And I am your heavily ever after
and I will take what is mine
and roll it in your spittle
before I give it back to you.
Because what is mine is fear,
and what you fear is me.
and my pathway is coated with saliva and fairy tales
I am the part of you which grips your fears at night
and I squeeze the juices from your stomach,
and bring them up to the surface
to put on display. The forefront of your mind is my playground
and when it's midnight and insomnia cradles you in her arms
I bubble up like a wart
until all you can focus on is me.
Artists envy the way I paint your fears
and the way I nestle under you skin like a splinter
brings us closer together.
We have history, you and I.
I keep my torture devices stored behind your ears,
under your stomach,
beneath your brain.
Every time you look in a mirror and wonder if you're skinny enough
I take one more step into your tunnel.
I crawl up your spine and lick the back of your neck
because I like watching you shiver. I've painted a picture of you
in my image.
This is the one where you're fat
you're lonely
you're poor.
Your private orifices belong to me
and all your doubts are my fingernails
driving deeper into your skin-
into your mind
The werewolf inside you is real, and she's got a name.
My heartstrings are your heartstrings
I am the underbelly of self-consciousness
and I am quiet
and I am cunning
and I will creep into your tunnel when the lights are off.
And I am your heavily ever after
and I will take what is mine
and roll it in your spittle
before I give it back to you.
Because what is mine is fear,
and what you fear is me.
There is a part of me that comes alive at night; she is my Tyler Durden. She crawls out of my mouth like a regurgitated spider and carefully coaxes my thoughts into her hands and molds them like playdoh. Sometime I end up convincing myself I'm a failure. I'm not skinny enough. I'm never going to be successful. I am untalented and I'll never amount to anything more than a college dropout who plays guitar on the sidewalk for loose change.
How she blows my thoughts around like a hurricane. I'm loosing control of myself again.
How she blows my thoughts around like a hurricane. I'm loosing control of myself again.
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Eh okay... I won't say you are extremely skinny but no way you are fat! You are quite... well proportioned Aaaaaanyways coming to the work.
It is quite a nice and twisted one... I like the formatting and it sort of pulled me into reading it feverishly and it set the mood. Meaning that you managed to create a personality with a mood with your words and it was really precise to what you were trying to portray. Quite a nice work and I don't know where it came from but I think you are talented and skinny enough Slap Tyler Durden for me will you ?
It is quite a nice and twisted one... I like the formatting and it sort of pulled me into reading it feverishly and it set the mood. Meaning that you managed to create a personality with a mood with your words and it was really precise to what you were trying to portray. Quite a nice work and I don't know where it came from but I think you are talented and skinny enough Slap Tyler Durden for me will you ?