say it, there's no one else here.

ah, the stunning beauty of a slanderous debate in my head murdering every sound thought i've ever had regarding looking at other people.

my delicious sneer tastes good leaving my eyes and landing on you.

i'll bite my lip and taste metallic blood while waiting for you to notice anything about me.

the smoke pinches and stings my eyes as i've forgotten about the cigarette between my teeth.

everything that should feel good is embroidered with this satisfying pain which i'll become hopelessly addicted to if it continues much longer.