You are the scratch in my throught at the end of a cough,
standing on the edge you make me want to jump off.
You are the deep scar i’ll scratch and give myself,
after i decide maybe not to kill my other self.
It’s terrifying to think of you right here,
but just like you i love the good fear.
i would rather die than see you cry,
unless you ask me to want to try.
You’ll be here frightfully soon,
26 nights of a full moon.
Way more than raving,
fulfill ethereal craving.
How soon is now,
now think wow.
What is next ?
2 too vexed.