My sweet His eyes look up at me with sorry sighs Those sorry’s cry, A puddle of gluttonous goodbyes Poured into your sight Expression crept upon a still face Still facing your ‘just waits’ Your ‘too lates’ Take a leap of faith- It might be worth it
Warrior In carnate Heartache Just a massive morale Boost 'cause who has lost? When were all on The same team No, my molecules don't Know me... Good Guess! My wolf is lonely Honing in on echoes Always calling out for homie
God please WE Needa learn some patience Learn some faith what a weight to take off you got me? keep your promises to modesty watch over me honestly, on your word will you wake me when I wander off too far
Compassion & Action set me free jus really need to be lonely for a second Left NAKED so that stretched seconds **** dry your insides shoulda stuck to daydreaming Jesus please release me the leash is lingering a bit too long The ring is ceaseless Disease that'll likely eat my head Times like these I kinda regret tattooing "Ramble On" On my forearm Though it's an art and it's cathartic
again this is directed at a select few 5 minutes of peace please please make the squawking stop I'm gonna get ornery Too blind to see the exit sign Found Guidance in the crisis You cake on a coat of niceness most likely hiding behind ******* masks f* your jaw you can't stop flapping
Woman of the house modern princess in a tower type **** Type up your **** talk and I'll chalk it It'll be fun to see your fingertips fall off My auto bio should be called, "LOST CAUSE" Cold Contact Case Closed Arms open Mouth sewn Fit to freak the **** out Leave me outta the line up Likely to live with delusions ....on a loop don't ever call me "baby" that name is reserved for him
Your incinerating your Enemies from the inside out Munipulate many brains To think their hate Was self created Manifest Projection
From negative self respect Pedestal perspective Though only for a quick minute
They shall receive bad attention Until you end up just as impotent The imperfect deserve punishment That has become your fix To pluck what little light Survives In starry eyed fighters The kinda guy that Makes misery his company Bc his understanding Of love Is malfunction In the bloodstream.
Bats in the toolshed dont give a f* about sunsets spoonfed and searching for a subject cutting hymns into symmetry What does it matter if our tattered limbs dont fit right? We're still elegant in a scary way All too familiar I'm disgusted by it's tiny frame and how our dicey angst gets in the way a rat with wings hanging upside down in a handmade shed on the outskirts of town who knows where and who knows when evolution made a creature so gruesome so grim