dimestorepoet:

imagine being talented and attractive wow that must be nice

myngo:

Are you ashamed of your face

Are you not proud of your name

Do your lips quiver lies

Do your eyes gaze sinfully

Is your heart alive

Is your love true

myngo:

My mind is so loud

but the room is so quiet.

myngo:

How can your blind eyes see

How can my bleeding lips speak

How can your deafened ears hear

How can my broken heart trust

myngo:

My skin is rigid
My smile is crooked
My heart is black
I have slits beneath my limbs
I have lies beneath my breath
I have ghosts beneath my fingertips

Father, I am not living

myngo:

I guess it’s easier for me to dislike people than like. What a shame.

myngo:

The longer I sit back and gaze at the world, the uglier it seems to get.