Alter My [com]Passion

slowly drooping eyelashes fall for the
first time this evening

finish your slumber next to a catacomb of
mischief.
i agree you would think me divine.
but at the moment this keyboard won't function.
right.
well.
whatever.

i still have you by, so close that i could breathe

stop click change the mood.

my friend is dying.
no, not you, you might be safe.
i can't do all i want, wish i could
the aid is ever increasing but the
recipient doesn't want to lose a leg.

casually question existence.
mine.
the point?
to mine?
i don't want to be placed with sloppy joes and
potato salad; i don't want to list myself along the cacao and the
fillet minion; i don't want to travel through as shades of red and purple
and pink, combined.
I want to be your shot, the medicine you need.
or, at least, let me be the needle.