taylor-katzman

But all I have are habits 
Lost-in-love with sadness
It's become my favorite talent

Addict

I stop singing along when I remember it was your favorite song.
How long until my body accepts that you're gone. 
because you are missing out on a lot
Or maybe I'm not okay being forgotten.

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White noise, stagnent air
Isolation, constant despair 
Guilt-ridden neglect; painful to recollect 
I cry out in pain, quickly circling the drain 
My mind; desolate fearful 
Dancing with the devil, far from cheerful