Glassy Glittered High Heels

I walked down the street with my over-sized high heeled bow tied shoes and false footsteps
I lied to the direction in which I was walking in
I said we'll be there soon if only you keep walking your footsteps will lead you to places where there are galaxy's so close to your eyes that they burn holes through your hollow brain so you piss rainbow vomit for weeks.
I kept walking in search of it peaking down abandoned alley ways and wondering where this place of magical being was.

My feet grew tired and and were pissing out blood from my shoes being to gigantic so I tied the bow around my wrists and they dragged on the ground like I was a prisioner
I left a trail of glitter behind from where my shoes had dragged, it made me smile and gave me hope.

I stopped at a corner store which evidently ended up being a drug infused fairy palace, I asked if I was close to this mysterious world of wonderous things
and they told me to follow my imagination and it will guide me through all of the horrible situations and misfortunes reality will drown me in.

They sold bikes here, and my feet were terribly sore from my journey so I pulled out my last pennys and bought a dull green beamer, it was the most beautiful bike i'd ever seen and I knew we'd adventure through many lands together
I called her Leeny, because when I rode she would always venture to one side of the road

Insomnia

Driveing through rain clouds
falling in and out of conciousness
I'm suffocating myself without sleep
my eyes are red buffy clouds of death
weep weep fucking weep.

My life is messy and disorganised like grandmas old sewing table
but I seen to know my way around, to find what i need
even though I can't see it, I know how to get to it.

Lights, midnight bites and lavender

Typeing contemplating then deleting anything with the thought of you
like a mind surgery
I want to erase these thoughts of you
I want to fly to the moon and catch all the stars in my pockets on the way up and use them for magical powers to fix the mess everyones made.
Coffee highs
I can't shed tears or cry
tonight's the night tonight's the night
I want to try but I'm to weak to fragile to make a movement or speak
cure me.

I'll sing to you from a sickness
smothered by a blanket fort
of an imagination jumping
from your my mind to yours
I'm sick of these countless seconds
I don't want our minds to entwine

I've been trying to catch the light on my window cill but it keeps getting faded out by the shadows

discontent with these emotions

so i'm disconnecting myself from them all