Intoxication of tears, lifes uncensored cruelty.
Hectic honey bees poking at my skin, absorption, memories being sucked away;
but should it be considered a good thing?
Oh, how i wish the sweetness of life could be poured over me like heavy syrup and forget all the pungent fragrances of sadness.
Tinkerbell's wings have worn-out, no fantasies granted.
Head down, dissappointed once again...
what else must i expect?
afraid of what will happen next.