The Dead Speak | Acne Oxide Metallic Crinkled-Leather Pouch

I see you.

Your body lay out like a slab of meat

Reeking with silence and too much make-up

But there are so many thoughts flying through my head

Strapped with noisy jetpacks.

I hear your voice, you dead,

When I’m alive and

Blacking out with my eyes open.

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Crash | Acne Cocoon Jacket

I ran. I stumbled. I fell.
I crashed
Into the glass walls that deceived me.
My rubber boots wobbling around my feet,
My hands blindly grabbing.

Sister laughed at me,
She made faces at me through the transparency.
Her long hair the same colour as mine:
Golden like the sunny sun sun.
I am a shiny sun son.

The shiny sun son's mom
Is radiantly wrinkly
In her bright orange jacket.
And as I run and stumble and fall,
I crash into her.


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Old Friend | Acne Macy Ombre Leather Biker Jacket

Old friend, there are so many things I wish I could say to you. There were times you made me so happy. I frolicked in the field of your presence and I would do anything for mere seconds of those moments. We would smile together, laugh together, and be with each other just because the company was worth it. But unfortunately I didn't mean as much to you as you did to me. And those little speckled moments of happiness are now shadowed by my wish to have never met you. It's one thing to care.. But to make me care so deeply for you.. And when I needed you.. You weren't there. I was so angry. I am still angry. My heart burns with this anger. I can literally feel my chest heat up at the thought of you. And I wish it would stop, before my heart becomes naught but ashes. You hurt me so. And even now when you're gone, I feel dead and broken. I've cried before. But never like this. These are waterfalls. And they fall every night and at any waking minute when your memory is revived. I'm sorry. I broke my promise. There is a crimson line for you now. It's not because of you. It's not your fault that it's my weakness. But I know I will eventually get over this. One day, I'll be okay, when I stop remembering you. I was your friend, but I was never yours. And there are no more chances for me to give you. This sadness can only last for so long. The blackness will take over soon.


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