The door is on the ground,
behind the ants gnaw on meat left on bone.
The maggots dance on rotting carcasses.
your eyes are clear of the decay

Your love is like a still birth, so much hope, with so much disappointment and despair. When you see what it really is, something beautiful destroyed, You will never get the memory from your mind.Something you will always remember. Something you can still see the potential in, but the thought just bring sorrow. such excruciating pain  you can not help to replay in your head. No ambivalence, Prolific strain on your existence. wishing you still had, and yet hoping it never existed

what to do when your muse is gone, and you have only sung half your song

Her neck calls to me, bringing out my primal state

I am a grammar **** worst nightmare

I want to know everything about you, so that when I do, I can tear you into

I will plagiarize your soul