Ghost Ship

no
no
no
no
no
you dont love me
fuck your kisses
and fuck your hugs
poison
knives
no
no
I dont
you dont
I have marks!
I can prove it
I can’t think about
white;blank;numb;tears
its the ghost ship

the twirling darkness
its coming
look
it used to live
it was like you
and me
but now
now
now
now its not
Look
Can’t you see it
can’t you fucking see it
empty hull
and lipstick that dances in the skies
extremites that reach around you like a spider
if you struggle
its only going to love you more