baby come to bed it’s cold, and I can’t find a spar… baby where’s your head?
she posseses a laugh that kills like the drop her lips echo whispers of the poison she’s got want all of her passion
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 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
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
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…
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
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
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
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
if I were to tear away strands of my heart pull away pieces and rip it apart.. would you still call me lovely?
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
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,
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