Rapt inside a separation of perfect scenes by absent means
There is a beauty to be found
In suffering of survival you have drown
Hidden in facades of off track mistakes
How to give what it continuously takes
Flytrap venus's famished with fallacy, regurgitates contempt to watch you wilt
While masking your heart with every bite, vices of shame grow tighter than tight
And when you're so gone it's hard to begin to breathe
Venus swallows,
She needs to feed
Appearing still just like before
On the edge of your mind
She waits outside the door
Where do you go to cross the line
Into blindness
She forever lingers behind
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Rapt inside a separation of perfect scenes by absent means
There is a beauty to be found
In suffering of survival you have drown
Hidden in facades of off track mistakes
How to give what it continuously takes
Flytrap venus's famished with fallacy, regurgitates contempt to watch you wilt
While masking your heart with every bite, vices of shame grow tighter than tight
And when you're so gone it's hard to begin to breathe
Venus swallows,
She needs to feed
Appearing still just like before
On the edge of your mind
She waits outside the door
Where do you go to cross the line
Into blindness
She forever lingers behind
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