You are what you love
You feed off of it
You yearn for it
Your desire for it is never ending
You and your masochistic mentality that eats at your heart.
My dear, do you not realize you're dying this way?
Not what loves you back
The part of the phrase which you cannot except
The thing that keeps you from trying
The part of life that you're afraid of
You and your emptiness.
My dear, I never wanted to see you this way.
Your sorrow and your beauty once combined,
can create nothing but wickedness.
But you crave the pain that comes from that emptiness.
You need it.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
You are what you love
You feed off of it
You yearn for it
Your desire for it is never ending
You and your masochistic mentality that eats at your heart.
My dear, do you not realize you're dying this way?
Not what loves you back
The part of the phrase which you cannot except
The thing that keeps you from trying
The part of life that you're afraid of
You and your emptiness.
My dear, I never wanted to see you this way.
Your sorrow and your beauty once combined,
can create nothing but wickedness.
But you crave the pain that comes from that emptiness.
You need it.
But once you receive that emptiness....
You. Fade. Away.
(i.r)
