i feel like too many things are going wrong
and they are all my fault.
i just want to catch a break or something...


Nonesometimes it's best just to speak what's on your mind instead of wrapping yourself in fog or a paragraph of words it seems your too scaredNone
to just admit
or maybe speak your fears, hopes, dreams i can't be a pillar anymore i've done the same thing too many times it's nothing against you and your pretty smile its just the fact that we never come to see ivory teeth, these days i will hold you down
to watch as the water seeps into open lungs lets not forget... we choose our own paths we are creators we will surviv


To See With Green Eyesthis night so much like the others the stars bearing downTo See With Green Eyes
at my beady eyes i feel alone they've forgotten...or so it seems and i just try and laugh it off or smother it with hot liquid and smoke but it gnaws at my heart's edge pleading for it's beautiful monologue and im speaking to the ghosts again ones longer dead than others and don't they look so precious under fresh light with new dresses, to show off i miss too many things to count smells and yearning glances and why am i stuck believing in the past when im so unhappy with where


SmileAnd when i bleed you dry ill watch as you creep across the soft carpet drawing a solid red line in your wake as the spark of fierce electrical components dies behind the two now-empty screens i can't help but feelSmile
a sense of relief i will never watch this slip from extended fingers again. the evening chill batters the edges of my coat worming its way into a open chest but i guess it was cold from the start and all i can see or think is the image of your smile fading from quickly cooling lips how could you be so fine with casual demise


Turn Me Bluea cavernous hallway simply swallowing all the rugs, chairs, and miniature tables even your precious paintings were shoved, fist first into it's gaping mouth but in a second i feel the summer breeze pull me, a hook through my jaw. and transfering this body back to solid ground helps keep reality in check when the walls start to creep or when paisley patterns shift effortlessly on a scorching day i can't help but laugh or i could just sit watching the children walk across the pond water lapping at bare ankles im holding on until dusTurn Me Blue


parliamentshe drew a curled line, rimmed in corresponding flames between these curtains, a concrete gaze. a cigarette keeps lips tight, so much so that words are not said do not look, there is only a gain for him but every day, every hour, there is a catalyst in focus within him forming a shatterproof glass, for 200 yards, over and over snubbed it out, and mint coated "anyone want this last fucker"parliament
who would say yes?
just break it in half, and walk away.
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Life sucks, then you die.
member of ~Apophysis
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."
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Memento mori... sic transit gloria mundi.
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Life sucks, then you die.
member of ~Apophysis
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