Sinking further in to the bleak and uncertaness of the dark.
Falling further into a lake of open wounds and crystal tears.
A place where weapons are made of lies and broken promises.
That is the stuff of nightmares, that is the stuff made from those three little words, ” I love you.”
what a sick and shattered reality this place is, the only reason one would want to be here, is if one wanted to die.
sinking further into this demented reality, knowing there is no coming back once I am gone.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
Sinking further in to the bleak and uncertaness of the dark.
Falling further into a lake of open wounds and crystal tears.
A place where weapons are made of lies and broken promises.
That is the stuff of nightmares, that is the stuff made from those three little words, ” I love you.”
what a sick and shattered reality this place is, the only reason one would want to be here, is if one wanted to die.
sinking further into this demented reality, knowing there is no coming back once I am gone.
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