i got vapor for a soul fleeting smoke, no remorse i shiver at the sight of all like my mouth chiselled like my eyes drawn shut blinds replaced by a wall we are not humans here we are abandoned homes lost cities twelve thousand feet under sunken ships, skeleton hopes we rejoice at the dark sky thunder inside my bones we are sad we drink the fallen king’s wine we are mad mad mad mad we call it victory. i call it sweet release.
sometimes, to write for yourself is a must. write about what it feels like, and how it hurts. doesn't matter if they don't understand. they're not meant to know.