will me not to see the sun
a casket lying flat an a nun
run a blade a grass across my wrist
and mail a letter that tells to persist
steal the flowers she gave to me
leave the bloodied roses on your porch
wilted withers that shatter shadows
gold and silver mean nothing anymore
bless me purple bruises that leave a landmine of tortured, aching skin
run up my arms and up my neck like a mile i have to win
prophesize that i am choked out by greedy grieving ghosts
who want my soul to sell to hosts
that **** from it my lively hopes
and leave me to rot and killed by smoke
soulless seas of screaming eyes
lifeless wings of butterflies
i cannot be saved now
i cannot be saved now
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 8:26 PM UTC
will me not to see the sun
a casket lying flat an a nun
run a blade a grass across my wrist
and mail a letter that tells to persist
steal the flowers she gave to me
leave the bloodied roses on your porch
wilted withers that shatter shadows
gold and silver mean nothing anymore
bless me purple bruises that leave a landmine of tortured, aching skin
run up my arms and up my neck like a mile i have to win
prophesize that i am choked out by greedy grieving ghosts
who want my soul to sell to hosts
that **** from it my lively hopes
and leave me to rot and killed by smoke
soulless seas of screaming eyes
lifeless wings of butterflies
i cannot be saved now
i cannot be saved now