And I’m drowning because I want.
Something tells me I’m better here
Than somewhere else with no bond.
Everywhere I look I see sadness
Transformed in pale colors
A rainbow of dull and late horrors
I like the black. The deepness. Fullness.
A voice is calling me. I better go.
You can’t control me or advise me.
If I speak to you no sound comes out of me
Just this human latex rubbering your heart.
I Like to dress to feel…
V. Pompaelo*
