I'd never tell you
But I can play guitar
The rhythm it makes
Harmonizes with the beat
Of my pounding heart
Whenever I witness
Divine goodness
I wanna sing
Sing louder the lyrics
Of unending grace
Favored upon me
Along this unending race
Every strum and every pluck
I know this is not luck
I am blessed
Even my fingertips aches
Though it brings me wounds
I will not care
For this melody,
Is the proof of symphony
That there is gain
After the pain
And for that I will play again
With all the love
My guitar strings

"i kind of like anxiety,
as it tickles my stomach like knives.
and the others trot along,
living there perfect lives.
Its not normal to like tourture
and the everlasting pain.
Call me crazy ( ill take it as a compliment)
But i sort of enjoy being insane.

All villains
are
just heroes
who chose truth over dare

All heroes
are
broken
beyond repair