########cosmichorrorstep; adult contemporary hyperpop; spooky tunes for stimming######## 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦we find tears of panic in the rain, raining down for you

The way I miss you hurts my soul
Like the bruises on the surface of a peach 

What a gift to miss someone so much that it bends the world around you into incomprehensible shapes

What a miracle that absence can rend like sharp edges

What a poignant reminder that love is the most powerful thing in the universe

And that all tyrants will crumble before it

So in short: I miss you so fucking much.

...

PAILLON

We Sell Dom Do

About here I found a line:
on a map pointing to a scenic site 
notable to historians
looking for the mass grave of the fucks
that I gave for a song that never meant 
anything to anyone except for you
except for you
and not anyone else

And by banners colonized 
on a coast by a sea of fetid lies 
here an oarless boat remains 
full of holes, rotting fish and crimson stains
and if I set my foot inside its berth
I have no fear to leave this earth
I'll go anywhere else

And here by night and candlelight 
On a sea beset by toil and strife
it occured one stormy eve 
that this damned post I leave
when my body ticks its last tok 
ennervating Glory's clock 
I'll think about your lips
and your tongue in my mouth

Stay the course!
Why don't you lie here with me?
These stars will burn out long before I forget your name

Summer ends! 
The time to bend has passed 
there is no light
there is no fear

History guides the liar yeah
And history makes the fear
There is no liar
And there is no fear
As long as you're here

And if these tides would bear to spare
my wretched soul this disrepair
and the wind be favored too
I will sail this boat toward you
Making landfall in the twixtbetween
Of this wretched cystic crystalline 
I'll smash anyone else






Asinine Intrusion

Hope & Foolishness

Inert Gastronomy

On the train in downtime;
triplet excuse, "The MTA," I whine. 
I'd tell the moon to come down home.
(silly fucker means well...)
Live in the fear that I've wasted my mind.
Open the bag, but the dice are not mine.
Which spirals melt with the snow?
(I'm sending you waves...)
An amalgam of stranger ties;
a lot of friends with lots of lies (life).
With you, I felt I could try. 

And now I'm waiting on the light to waste our time. Can you wait? 

Because I'm not over you. 

Did we reach the end? 
...
(Like a ghost in sunlight)
...
Yeah, I'm not over you.
(Like a ghost in sunlight)
No, I'm not over you.
...
(no i'm not...)
...
Your sunlight shines right through. 

The Rest Of 0urselves

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PAILLON

TH0SE