My stolen love,
My lifeless dead,
I’m nothing but a phase,
Just a jester for love,
Methodically killing my heart,
The bearings strained,
My soul desperately screams,
Nobody listens,
Self crushing salvation,
The calming song of silent distress,
My sins paved the way,
I stare in the mirror,
Into my cold grey eyes,
I see ghosts,
A hollowed hell of crushing temptation,
A shell of despair,
Half of what I used to be,
And everything I never was,
A gun on my lap,
A bottle in my hand,
shaking,
Here it comes...,
Nothing,
Just numb,
Tired of creating something from nothing,
Boy I can feel something coming,
Benevolent self hate under the dying moon,
Am I reaching the stars?
Am I searching for nothing?
I can’t find her,
I guess I’ll love the death in myself
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
My stolen love,
My lifeless dead,
I’m nothing but a phase,
Just a jester for love,
Methodically killing my heart,
The bearings strained,
My soul desperately screams,
Nobody listens,
Self crushing salvation,
The calming song of silent distress,
My sins paved the way,
I stare in the mirror,
Into my cold grey eyes,
I see ghosts,
A hollowed hell of crushing temptation,
A shell of despair,
Half of what I used to be,
And everything I never was,
A gun on my lap,
A bottle in my hand,
shaking,
Here it comes...,
Nothing,
Just numb,
Tired of creating something from nothing,
Boy I can feel something coming,
Benevolent self hate under the dying moon,
Am I reaching the stars?
Am I searching for nothing?
I can’t find her,
I guess I’ll love the death in myself
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