←︎ voyeur · 08.11.2025

purple yellow green and blue
salted skin and dented wood
with ugly music stuck in my head

call them

if i could've, i would've
made killers out of us

i swear
i swear
i swear

but i was in your place, learning false patience
forgetting how to strike a match for myself

and while you watched me burn for others
become pathetic, black and grey powder
against my will, for my "survival"

every night
over and over

you wept guilt
let a crown of splinters grow around you
slowly, but mercilessly

i lost you in there
left you to rot
so you could melt into the precious soil

that you love so much