♥ carouselride

if displeasure was a musical instrument , you'd be a symphony.
where is the nonchalance you mustered?
our words are like knife-edge of sarcasm that dulls against your indifference ,
yet you're still trying to struggle for dominance.
a portrait of lap of luxury? or a paper dollie girl? a vogue?
no ,

now you smell like perfume and blood , like doorways in shadows , outlined by light.
you smell like laughter mixed with screams.
you smell like lies disguised as truth ,
and decay seen outta the corner of your eyes.


you're disappointment beyond my capacity to imagine.