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I can draw a dress
I can hear you walk
My brain inhibits mass
Of forks, of knives and cloths

Disgusting, this abyss
That daily I create
Anew anew we crawl
Oscillating the gate

I can paint my face,
My fingers never still
They will create a haze
Where I can faint
For real

Please let me play with you
I’m just a figurine
Glass and charcoal lined
Softly scratching

I could sing in key
But all else is numb
I know how to write
But reading makes me drown

If you let me breathe
I might hide the air
Everything around us is
circling in despair


I can’t do a thing
I’m stuck between the veins
Those bloody pathways 
Blindly sharp.
So nothing here to praise.

(04.04.23 22:10)
(inspired by “The Perfect Fit” by the Dresden Dolls)