Sometimes I think I was not supposed to live past 21.
Thinking back on that night when me and death were tongue kissing.
Was I destined to die that night?
Now most days it seems like the world refuses to accept me.
Like the fire in my brain, this world does not have a place for me.
Mentally, I don't think I was ever equipped to handle this life I was given.
Perhaps the next life will be kinder.
Night changes nothing
when she's as beautiful during the honest hue of the day as she is to me bathed in moonlight
Like I grew up in a childhood to recover from
Christ the savior
pinned against white walls
and if you're not careful they'll nail you up there too
She told me
that the air tastes of
nostalgia and arsenic
I found her green in the face
Sick on half hearted lovers
Oh and a puff bar
In my mind there is a house
And I have flung the doors wide open
Only to find it empty
In the distance, I heard rubber against the pavement
But it wasn't your car
I am wasting my life away
Because all these hands have ever
built is destruction
And they are
weighted down by many forgotten dreams
Many unlived lives
And I am so tired...