the gloom and doom darkness lounge, and my best friend.
who can sit on my back porch and smoke reds with me until the world comes to end or we do? and pull down the tangible sky by it's teasing stars and shake orion until his belt falls into my hands? teach just as much with silence as with gravel coated words? and force the future to be just as bright as the cherry across the table while he's guessing away the time? and always picking up a black widow with only two arms and legs, playing with it's hair in a such way to drown all the pain? who's immune to poison and panic alike? he's a moth who can't be burnt by the flame.
" when other little girls wanted to be ballet dancers i kind of wanted to be a vampire. "