Scratch.

violet-words:

Scratch.
Scratch.
Scratching at the surface,
the tar-covered, coffee-stained, burnt up surface.
To find some resemblance
of truth beneath. 

There
has
to
be
some
comfort
here.

Scratch.

Scratch.

Scratch. 

Existential.

violet-words:

Bend me,
     weave me,
          cut me,
     hold me,
write me,
     taste me,
          bite me,
     lose me,
know me,
     hate me,
          fuck me,
     love me,
all I will ever be to you
     are words. 

Really hit me deep, especially that last fucking line.

Also reminded me of Eraser by NIN, so that’s a good thing.