the young and demented

non-fiction

i miss fiction

i am unbecoming

my life, a pedestrian victim

to the undefeated killing machine, maturity

destroyed

this very moment
i look into the mirror
and i feel
i am over

they left me for that
they left me for dead
believable
forgivable

silencio

my lust is wearing out
and i only wish to have myself
for dinner