from the most beautiful creature o
to the most deadly being of sin
she follows my thoughts so effortl
and the nostalgic terror within
I remember the smiles, so effortle

stuck beside myself all night
I hear your echo in my sleep
a simple pro and con of sorts
as I’m trying not to creep
on wanting words and wording wants

is it a penchant for self-loathing
my mind has a habit of deviation
filling answers with questions tha
my heart has a practice of exhumat
and forgiving the most cold-bloode

not sure what is real, or my imagi
went inside my brain, and had a so
to conquer my fear, to finally see
my psychosis relies all on me.
simple contrast.

if I were to tear away
strands of my heart
pull away pieces
and rip it apart..
would you still call me lovely?

I think to myself–
if people were rain
I’d be a drizzle
and you a hurricane
I float through existence

you know what I say—funkit
killem
kill a man jah’ro
be at the top tomorrow
you gotta know your body

this little girl, grown too cold
no drive to divert, no hand to fol
in showing who’s growing
up, misery unfolds
unknowing, ongoing

joy should not equal
the lack of self-pain
that rare fleeting moment
you forget your own name..
I pray for it to all go away

the holder, beholder
ahead of your game
with nothing to lose
but your face and your name
divisions, provisions

how could you people
even care anymore
spiteful youth
give it up
what the fuck are you fighting for

awakening each morning she
just wants to be sedated
to lose herself in that mess of mi
where she’s appreciated
in each effort she counts

she posseses a laugh
that kills like the drop
her lips echo whispers
of the poison she’s got
want all of her passion

it kills me to remember
you’re just past gone, past breath
when it rolls around September
I’m just past done, past thinking
and every broken whisper

shine on, your simple sunlight
two lovers down the line
a faintly ribboned path ahead
the destination isn’t mine
drastic pause, no push to start

today I woke up
just knew I was all wrong
afternoon was over
the shadows had grown long
yesterday you asked me

don’t ever hope to forgive, to for
I’ve been stuck in your thoughts
since the moment we met
not what you want, nor what you ne
I course through your veins

I’m the only one left stumbling he
and I just want to walk away.
Like those I know from long ago
and decided not to stay.
To my not so dear past lessons lea

it’s something lost in translation
something for you to find..
something left at the station
to turn back
and retrace your footsteps

you don’t want to be with me,
I get it.
but I’m the best option you’ve got
are you with me?
I’ve waited a very long time to lo

it plays it my head
a hundred times through
the softest of gestures
I have given to you
our eyes are held even

tell me your secrets
and I’ll tell you my lies
bare the truth of each moment
I’ve truly despised
if you tell me your secrets

undeserving of what I gave
just wanted to taste what I wanted
I kept telling myself
I held all the reason
you gave me some lines

in a faithless race for imputiny
I blocked all I found worthwhile
in a hopeless attempt for my weak
that I’m here facing fear on my ow
rather like to be free where I roa

have you seen my fire?
I’ve misplaced it.
somewhere in my darkest resentment
hidden along with my fear of failu
and drive to be my own character

it’s starving out my center, wanin
away from what I’d feared, it’s dr
my pain from down beneath me, wait
for the pills to take their toll
and my faith frames a shattered mo

I lost my color when I found my s
clipped the wings of found ignoran
and taught me to fly
on a current so timeless
I lost my last strand of youth

what would you call 'bad’?
what would you say is worse?
admitting that you tried,
or admitting that you hurt?
in telling all my following

lies depicted
as greater truth than truth itself
what is truth?
but mere perspective
spoken words

creeping, it grows
a bit too quickly, and he knows
all these stones and every moan
feel it burning in each bone
and when he’s walking home alone

what if I told you..
that I’m not alright.
I’m not saying I’m restless,
but I can’t sleep at night.
Due to thoughts of my fears,

a fleeting touch
sleepy embrace
the sunlight casts diamonds
on the lines of your face
the span of your back

there’s the potential for this to
there’s a strong chance for all th
I’m not saying that all this is ho
there’s a slight chance that we mi
this is the part where I smile and

the girl behind my eyes can’t see
it’s like a phantom in glass, you
not quite an image, you can see ri
but I see, that this wraith isn’t
whispers of malice I’ve never spok

baby
come to bed
it’s cold, and I can’t find a spar
baby
where’s your head?

it was more like a lake
less of a moat
waters rarely ventured sober
in a lightly patched boat
yet I tried to cross this body