at 7 years old,
I watched silently as the universe gave out and fell around my ankles
there were no elegant stars dancing
or galaxies moving in bright spirals
it was just a morbid hole of darkness that had an odd sense of beauty
it pulled me in the way Gatsby pulled Daisy in for their last dance
there were no flowers in my hair or sparkles in my eyes
there were blood stains on my favorite shirt and haunting scenes behind every blink
now every time I close my eyes
the demons follow me or
he follows me
and I guess you can just never
escape darkness
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
at 7 years old,
I watched silently as the universe gave out and fell around my ankles
there were no elegant stars dancing
or galaxies moving in bright spirals
it was just a morbid hole of darkness that had an odd sense of beauty
it pulled me in the way Gatsby pulled Daisy in for their last dance
there were no flowers in my hair or sparkles in my eyes
there were blood stains on my favorite shirt and haunting scenes behind every blink
now every time I close my eyes
the demons follow me or
he follows me
and I guess you can just never
escape darkness
