On the first day, it's easy.
On the second day it gets hard
and on the third day, you're dead.
Try to fight your own impulses
try to forgive yourself for what you do
and you're dead.
It always kills you.
Try not to think of words like agony
Try not to think of her body or smell
It always kills you.
As soon as they're gone, as soon as they leave you,
the first day is easy.
You feel free and you feel new.
You feel like you have anything you want.
On the second day it gets harder.
When you can no longer see the horizon
you lose faith in its existence.
No one was ever looking at you
like you thought they were.
And on the third day you're dead.
Do not let it **** you.
Do not open your hand, not for anyone.
Stay clenched. Stay pure and real and
hard to look at.
Accept adventure and fear and pain
let them scar you
and leave you
and you will find the horizon
and you will fall away from the pain
or the fear or the shame.
There will be nothing but meadows
empty and endless
and waiting for you.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
On the first day, it's easy.
On the second day it gets hard
and on the third day, you're dead.
Try to fight your own impulses
try to forgive yourself for what you do
and you're dead.
It always kills you.
Try not to think of words like agony
Try not to think of her body or smell
It always kills you.
As soon as they're gone, as soon as they leave you,
the first day is easy.
You feel free and you feel new.
You feel like you have anything you want.
On the second day it gets harder.
When you can no longer see the horizon
you lose faith in its existence.
No one was ever looking at you
like you thought they were.
And on the third day you're dead.
Do not let it **** you.
Do not open your hand, not for anyone.
Stay clenched. Stay pure and real and
hard to look at.
Accept adventure and fear and pain
let them scar you
and leave you
and you will find the horizon
and you will fall away from the pain
or the fear or the shame.
There will be nothing but meadows
empty and endless
and waiting for you.