acid snow
falls down upon a perfect world.
droplets of
broken
bottle
happiness
sit on your roof
and
drip off the
brains gutter
into the
dopamine sewer.
im talking about the place i call home
where
rainbow
kerosene
puddles
lead into a perfect paradise
if you close your eyes
im talking about that feeling you get when you
reach that milestone
in your life
where you finally hit the bottom of that bottle your mom keeps on the highest shelf
when
your fourteen and your head feels a bit fuzzy
and
for the first time
you lose your sense of feeling
and
they have to open your tired eyes
with crowbars
and your parents laugh when you stumble the sad city streets and you fall down the stairs
on your way back home
you saw things for what they really were too quickly
and they tried to **** you for it
so you packed up the bags from under your pupils
and
with your sad little
blueberry eyes
you left in the night
and ran barefoot through the
snowy woods.
you know in your heart
that it doesn't get any better then this.
the faces of friends
and city signs are already
being washed away
**we are all
just melting against the
back
drop
.**
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
acid snow
falls down upon a perfect world.
droplets of
broken
bottle
happiness
sit on your roof
and
drip off the
brains gutter
into the
dopamine sewer.
im talking about the place i call home
where
rainbow
kerosene
puddles
lead into a perfect paradise
if you close your eyes
im talking about that feeling you get when you
reach that milestone
in your life
where you finally hit the bottom of that bottle your mom keeps on the highest shelf
when
your fourteen and your head feels a bit fuzzy
and
for the first time
you lose your sense of feeling
and
they have to open your tired eyes
with crowbars
and your parents laugh when you stumble the sad city streets and you fall down the stairs
on your way back home
you saw things for what they really were too quickly
and they tried to **** you for it
so you packed up the bags from under your pupils
and
with your sad little
blueberry eyes
you left in the night
and ran barefoot through the
snowy woods.
you know in your heart
that it doesn't get any better then this.
the faces of friends
and city signs are already
being washed away
**we are all
just melting against the
back
drop
.**
just a matter of time.
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