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as much as you want you can call it beautiful call it magical call it mystical and bask in the glory of it's light the light of it's glory glow underneath it's hollow mouth dripping silver onto your skin let it burn through your flesh to that sick ghost of a soul and let it wash away the blood from all of the versions of yourself you tried to **** and let it light up those empty glass eyes like someone took too many shots from them and got dizzy but you're the one whose head is spinning and hold on to the hope that one day you'll be pure enough to perch upon that holy mountain the shining angel and call it your home when you know you deserve the pull of gravity as it holds your brittle bones down in the earth like it's trying to punish you when you feel it in the back of your skull every time someone steps on your grave but tell yourself that it'll be worth it if you can feel the cold hand of majesty reach out and touch you when the sun crawls beneath the blanket of the ocean each night
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
A Love Letter To The Moon
as much as you want you can call it beautiful call it magical call it mystical and bask in the glory of it's light the light of it's glory glow underneath it's hollow mouth dripping silver onto your skin let it burn through your flesh to that sick ghost of a soul and let it wash away the blood from all of the versions of yourself you tried to **** and let it light up those empty glass eyes like someone took too many shots from them and got dizzy but you're the one whose head is spinning and hold on to the hope that one day you'll be pure enough to perch upon that holy mountain the shining angel and call it your home when you know you deserve the pull of gravity as it holds your brittle bones down in the earth like it's trying to punish you when you feel it in the back of your skull every time someone steps on your grave but tell yourself that it'll be worth it if you can feel the cold hand of majesty reach out and touch you when the sun crawls beneath the blanket of the ocean each night
restructured because i know how you like it
ambereyes
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ambereyes
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
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