These words, these lovely words,
they frustrate me.
I'm trying to hold them back,
break them, crack them, shatter them...
Why are they so beautiful?
Why do the cracks not destroy them?
Because I promise,
there is nothing beautiful about this.
Nothing beautiful about the void inside me,
this void that ***** everything in.
It's ugly, hideous, animal.
No life, no heart, no soul.
These words, these lovely ones,
they are a lie, a disguise.
Please, do not let them fool you.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
These words, these lovely words,
they frustrate me.
I'm trying to hold them back,
break them, crack them, shatter them...
Why are they so beautiful?
Why do the cracks not destroy them?
Because I promise,
there is nothing beautiful about this.
Nothing beautiful about the void inside me,
this void that ***** everything in.
It's ugly, hideous, animal.
No life, no heart, no soul.
These words, these lovely ones,
they are a lie, a disguise.
Please, do not let them fool you.
