church bells going off in my head
ringing on and on
until I can't sleep and I kneel
just to speak to god
and I don't even believe in him
but I never knew
that the church bells meant you.

your fingertips were so cold
as they pressed into me
but I shut my mouth and let
you pull me apart
piece by ******* piece
just so you felt big
in your tiny little mind
but it wasn't
my place to question you
or your little things
and now that
you're gone I'm the happy one.

my keyboard is broken
like me
so some leer will be missing
hoefllly yo can ndersand
i'm broken
and like my keyboard
i'm missing things which
i can be cant be wihot
if yo can ndersand this
then maybe yor broken o
becase yo ndersand my brokeness which
is more then i ca say abot alot of eole

Our darkest nightmares
no longer held closely
but called simply childish
things that were once
so cherished in our eyes
no longer have their meaning
but all the lies we believed
can never be replaced
not simply
nor through time
this is what happens
to your dreams
as you grow out of them.
They become closer to
reality, your reality.
a ****** up, terrifying,
disturbed reality,
full of dissociation and lies.
But maybe your reality
is better than mine.
Still, it’s not perfect
nothing is perfect, not really.

In just an instant I go blind
lost in the radiant sunshine
of your crazy beautiful mind.
intensely you whisper your
love for me in my ear and I
can only shutter you away
as I open my eyes, losing you.

caught in our tangles
of passion and pain
with teeth marks
all down my back
my fingernails
carving caverns in
your flesh.