creature of innocence 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
only just to sleep 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 1
who am I to decide? 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
simple contrast 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.
strands if I were to tear away strands of my heart pull away pieces and rip it apart.. would you still call me lovely? 1
I just shouldn't think to myself. I think to myself– if people were rain I’d be a drizzle and you a hurricane I float through existence 3
kill a man you know what I say—funkit killem kill a man jah’ro be at the top tomorrow you gotta know your body
what this little girl, grown too cold no drive to divert, no hand to fol in showing who’s growing up, misery unfolds unknowing, ongoing 2
joy 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 1
supply and demand the holder, beholder ahead of your game with nothing to lose but your face and your name divisions, provisions 2 1
I shouldn't be thinking. how could you people even care anymore spiteful youth give it up what the fuck are you fighting for
applesauce 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 2
however hard you fight it she posseses a laugh that kills like the drop her lips echo whispers of the poison she’s got want all of her passion
pointless thoughts 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 1
no dreams 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 2
today I woke up today I woke up just knew I was all wrong afternoon was over the shadows had grown long yesterday you asked me 1
to forget 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 1
years 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 1 1
thoughts on the subject it’s something lost in translation something for you to find.. something left at the station to turn back and retrace your footsteps 1 1
are you with me? 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 1
kisses it plays it my head a hundred times through the softest of gestures I have given to you our eyes are held even
your secrets 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
thought 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
so fucking wrong. 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 1
have you seen my fire? 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 1
a smile 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
forever, what will be known. 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 1
bad vs. worse 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
what is truth? lies depicted as greater truth than truth itself what is truth? but mere perspective spoken words 1
meshing shadows 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.. 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,
this place a fleeting touch sleepy embrace the sunlight casts diamonds on the lines of your face the span of your back 2
the potential 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 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
home 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 1