Come in here crazy child Be deteriorated piece of chocolate dipped in the sand Asking which one's rogue to else? Taxi holding on beside the smoke Ladder the bar, the hazel goodness, patterns "Jump through the red light right here, stop stop" She wouldn't look away, the wall Whole night Then a momentary pause to another parallel realm Reborn as cancer spreading throughout the satanic youth You martyr, you are caught between headlights You stranger, you are nothing but a face of the past You pretty child, you are a raven painted pink
The walls they are standing still Unusual traffic bestowed upon my heart I need to catch my breathe before i lose it Again and again i don't look for realism Just a fantasy where my frowns are not met with screen faces and laughter that creeps A fantasy where i become perfect and I'm loved by you as much as you want to love me. Just heard my father say something mean and i left the room mumbling words i personaly kept to support my weight Am i going to be something big or a candle burnt in heavy winds? Am i to **** myself or just to live for your sake in agony? Am i to be a kick in the eye or in the dark where only you see me? What if it happens to me on a different day and bridges collapse as sun starts to fade, birds scared, scattered and windows drawn to the waist. It's a village which quiet houses and a rusty swing, a seesaw which ducks painted in red there's a wire with clothes too many for drying staked in form of desperation like someone as sad as ellie wants me to say "come on you stupid *****" But the bridge was down and so was i, in the end the village was shifting up my horizon like my god wished some time to laugh and say "haven't laughed this hard for so long better stop now before I start crying" Love
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I'm thinking too much Too much too late The stars fall from the wedge by the hook of Orion While everyone's singing 'death to cry' And Apollo judging from distance One single tread of silver around us While the world worships the apathy We turn incubus and werewolves And the water turns rogue and dry The strings of Orpheus' harp loosen The hungry acolytes consumes us The dark wins over the silver string And we use magic and bravery to push hell But Hades himself pulls us into a cradle for sleep Then it's morning again
"Her hand was cold, and she cried for the sake of her mysterious unusual love" said people The immortality of her blank face wasn't her at all but was She the young woman who loved her look ignoring the horrors of her past They had a family with angry strangers and loved ones But she was killed by an accident without innocence or guilt The immortal is the thought dear, that doesn't have a face...
I shout to the clouds of the torned-up town, They said they were hefty so my endeavors drowned. The town was drunk to a hallucinated sin, Like a soul on the swing disturbed by his molested scene.
Obnoxiously lamping the soil to bury the truths, My wretched life shrieked to the hanged forbidden riots, Their voices were shut and gits were rolled out, The hanging symphony of death left no shadow by their houses.
To the voice that alarm my people, No wonder she bled recalling it, There is a lust more like an envy roaring for love, It is engendered by the echoes in the chamber of her chest. To the fires in the forest of memories, And the horrors of the forest dancing and flirting with her soul, High as the nerve without pulse or false, drowning in the very soil The soil so clean as the lines she drew
I speak often nothing of you When the greyhound bus collides All the angry people rose in deny Such is the loveless beakoning of our demise
I speak often everything to you And yet my soul shifts to the mirrors I touch, yet never get passed the reflections Of that bus and all those who reside "He's mine" I spat to thin vacuum of my listening But the bus was all such a ruse, for the ambulance to drive by
Petrified of the boundary we shaped In the forms of barbed wires