the moon had flesh, but i tore it away
(exposure exposure)
curiosity got the best of me i wanted to know
if what i was dreaming about truly was something remarkable
(i was wrong)
the moon was a vessel full of nothingness
a reflection of my heart,
a destination of my soul
learning desolation and craving the form of a black hole,
my entire presence on this fuckall called earth is no longer
tangible
i am nothing
we are all,
nothing
flesh and sadness walking this earth with a purpose that no one's truly been able to find
none of us are anything
except for temporary shreds of sanity
that rot after a little while
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
the moon had flesh, but i tore it away
(exposure exposure)
curiosity got the best of me i wanted to know
if what i was dreaming about truly was something remarkable
(i was wrong)
the moon was a vessel full of nothingness
a reflection of my heart,
a destination of my soul
learning desolation and craving the form of a black hole,
my entire presence on this fuckall called earth is no longer
tangible
i am nothing
we are all,
nothing
flesh and sadness walking this earth with a purpose that no one's truly been able to find
none of us are anything
except for temporary shreds of sanity
that rot after a little while
