𝘏 𝘦 𝘢 𝘵 𝘩 𝘐 𝘴 𝘰 𝘯

wearing my actual skin instead of the skin i wear 364 days of the year this halloween season

the weather should clear up in an hour or so and then i’m going out to the woods to get murdered this halloween season

the apocalypse secretly unravelling in the corner

fuck me until we both share the same hallucination

time moves differently when you’re around

going as a stuntman lathered in thermal gel and setting myself on fire this halloween season

brain as hindrance

bleeding out metaphysically

recording my vhs snuff film over another vhs snuff film this halloween season

trick or treating in red rooms this halloween season

are you sure you scratched the location of the itch?

lobotomized in the womb this halloween season

my body exploding in reverse as a fashion statement

like a synthetic eye molded in sulfur

reflecting upon that which observes

asking for insanity to meet me halfway

if we can forget dreams that easily just upon awakening, imagine what else we have forgotten

cause of death: reality overdose