Zombie dust

I’m addicted to the sadness that cocaine brings
Trying to sleep at yayo’s speed
I’m trying to stop saying the beautiful words you catch
And to spend less time alone at the balcony

My girl doesn’t understand
Why I comtemplate the melancholy and enjoy the decandency
My girl doesn’t understand
Why I search for sorrow
And why suicide tastes even better than her perfume

I love your paleness, I love your monsterness, I love your strangeness, I love your body — the body you despise, I love your veins, I wanna smell the you that’s under your skin.