crimson rivers escape me as my lung exhale the pain. alluring ravines cross my skin as your lips try to heal my hurt. im trying to fight the good fight but it keeps on getting worse. i hope my bruised and bloodied arms will never make you leave me. im trying my best to heal the pain, but only your words can fix me.
lay me down in the middle of a field, covered in primroses and lavender poppies. let the sun wash me over and the clouds cover me gently. allow the bugs and birds to sing me their simple songs. cover me in the simplicity of nature till the sun falls. i want to be one with the earth and live ever more.
i'm no Greek god, i haven't come from the stars, you can't expect me to do everything, or connect anything afar, i say those are just stories, unless you prove me so, because i really can't doubt you, cuz you're high and i'm below