queen of dye

wearing black and purple on my head like a crown
metaphor my soul with a ten dollar bottle of dye
change me color
commit me sane
just doing fine
just trying to matter
all these faces so close once
but so very not close at all
where did you go
so hollow this suitcase
heavy this mind of you
yours weightless and okay

me, too
i'm fine


how much more can i spill on to this keyboard
before i jump out of your screen and take a bite out of you
wanna feel you say it
want to see you face it
face me

show yourself punk



just another face in the crowd i am
regardless the color of my hair
regardless of these endless stares
your picture
your picture
picture perfect
stop

commit me sane
change me color
my soul lies in a bottle of ten dollar dye
a crown of bruises
a ribbon

i want to eat you
right now
fucker

i miss you
and you don't even know who i am, not anymore


which would probably explain why you don't miss me
the sentence is in the following order: i. miss. you.


right
not: you. miss.. .. ..

you don't even know who i am, not now

life got jokes
so fucking good i have to stop typing
cause i'm laughing that much
dying of