I've always had a fascination with death
First I was afraid of it
Then I longed for it
Now I'll embrace it
Whenever it decides
To come for me
Hopefully not by my own hand
But only time can tell

I walked passed a cemetery today
It reminded me of you
I shed a tear
We always feel like we have more time than we do

I hear them whisper
Chatter, chatter
It's driving me crazy
Madder, madder
Down I go with no
Ladder, ladder
This rabbit hole makes me
Sadder, sadder

Tears are
The poets' ink
When they sink.
Tears are the painters' brush
When they cry or blush.
Tears are the language
Of those losing their language.
Every drop of tear
Expresses a joy or fear.
If you don't understand my tear
Your sympathy will worsen my fear.
Stop calling me dear.
My tears will never die
And I will never sigh.
My tears will revenge
Your fake challenge.

I think my demons are just my own
Too revolting for you to be shown,
Yet in the mirror their twins play,
In you, in exactly the same way.

May you persevere in matters of your heart
Immerse yourself in what you need to feel alive

May you press onwards even when you’d rather sink and

May you grow towards the sky just like the flowers you find that root themselves in the most precarious places but still manage to find the sun

She's a daydreamer
A storm in it's physical form
Made straight out of boldness
The key to every door

She smells like that time at night
Where everything feels possible
And the world fit in ours pockets

As there's only the open road ahead
And nothing can hurt us
Because we're untouchable

There's no living thing
That won't bend to her wills
Because she's just too pretty
To be let unsatisfied

I guess that's why it hurts so much
When you wake up next morning
And she's just not into you anymore
Because the adrenaline went gone
The night made out of possibilities is dead
And she's realized you're not so interesting
As you were last night

- I fall for the dreamer every time, and every time they wake up from the dream