Pale mist echoes silently
So still...
It’s this us?
Because we're nothing
Can the air decay?
Because I want us to die
Us to
vanish during the night.
Can the air please decay?
and make my infatuation rot and let the black flies fly around me
A least it would make something real
Which is the thing I desire the most.
Me begging on my fragile knees
Please make the air decay
Because living in this world of wonder is causing too much pain to bare.
-We were never a thing (we never had a chance because I killed us by having no confession and you killed me by not noticing my loving gaze)
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
Pale mist echoes silently
So still...
It’s this us?
Because we're nothing
Can the air decay?
Because I want us to die
Us to
vanish during the night.
Can the air please decay?
and make my infatuation rot and let the black flies fly around me
A least it would make something real
Which is the thing I desire the most.
Me begging on my fragile knees
Please make the air decay
Because living in this world of wonder is causing too much pain to bare.
-We were never a thing (we never had a chance because I killed us by having no confession and you killed me by not noticing my loving gaze)