Weeping Necromancer

A Boy With Roses

You don't have the eyes of Upadhya                                                                            

But you speak so clear                                                                                                      

As if you've lived a thousand lives                                                                                  

As if you see things from all sides                                                                                      

I imagined you here                                                                                                              

It only makes me wonder                                                                                                  

Do you care about how I feel                                                                                              

Or are you killing me for your own gain?                                                                          

I never know, how you never reflect                                                                              

You never look inside yourself                                                                                        

I don't know what to do with myself                                                                            

Stuck in this sleep cycle                                              

Made out of moonlight 

In my head everything is better                                                          

I don't have to keep an eye on the sniper                                        

I bend my mind, I know you have power over me                                           

You make me go psycho.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 14th, 2021 17:34
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  • dusk arising

    sshhudders !!!!

    Anyone who evokes the psycho in us is someone to run away from. True love is a two way sharing caring thing.



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