flickered souls
who mourn at night
accumulate to swallow
light
shredded strings
heal
battered snare
cures
these months
weren’t easy,
tonight is
transcend.
watch sorrow
bend
and morph into
pocket-sized
rivers of
vibrancy
we are
a sacred congregation
in blasphemous glory
all good things
come in
thousands
forget the man
the lies
and cry
i always wanna die
(sometimes)
long for nothing
crave it all
is this how it feels?
to be young?
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
flickered souls
who mourn at night
accumulate to swallow
light
shredded strings
heal
battered snare
cures
these months
weren’t easy,
tonight is
transcend.
watch sorrow
bend
and morph into
pocket-sized
rivers of
vibrancy
we are
a sacred congregation
in blasphemous glory
all good things
come in
thousands
forget the man
the lies
and cry
i always wanna die
(sometimes)
long for nothing
crave it all
is this how it feels?
to be young?