Paranormal

this body isn't mine i refuse to feed it or let it sleep i want it to die so i can live in peace so i can watch and learn and not be seen these partners, they're fine; these spouses, they're content they c*m in each other's presence when their souls are absent i'm too self-aware, it's too complicated to breathe i'm stuck under a rock, i was a mutated seed i wanna cut at the curves so they're straight as broken glass i want to float in the air and never have to chat i wanna be seen through, but not known at all i want to be a mystery i'm paranormal