and your heart isn't lost and you're worthy of love and i know the feeling of feeling dragged to the bone and i know strength because i've seen it
midnight late last week photos on the wall of someone i don't even know at all i still can see her face she was only eight relaxed as hell she was my baby before she became a lady
some prophesies burn down long before they can disappear there's a reason that one stuck out stuck out wider than the others with leering eyes and reeking of charm all you need is a hand to take a hold of the scene
it is a choice it is inevitable it is selfish it is selfless it is weak it is strong it is forever it is never it isn't erasing pain, it's sharing it. it is the reflection of a blade, lowered, from the throat of your reflected image. it's sleeping it off again and again and again and again towards infinity.