is there a part of you in my photograph? | i think there is | is that part of you smiling at me?
you act like a god | behind the face that i give to you | and your body is made of nets | i'm tangled in | and all i have is | the emptiness of loving you
why should i resume the task | of dissolving what i could not ask | it's killing me | it's driving me crazy | and i think i'm getting lonely
[eagle*seagull via 3hive]