You might have stood by my side but
You never wanted the best for me.
I should have seen the signs.
The more i wrote and shared my work
You grew more jealous.
You took my words and twisted them for your own benefit.
Whenever i pointed out the wrong you did you would turn it back to me.
Trying to use guilt to make me do what you wanted.
You would turn the tears on when
i wouldn't back down.
The i am going to **** my self calls
Started so i changed my number.
Save all the tears.
I am happy this controlling friendship
Is dead.

I need to
Scream
Until my lungs
Rip apart
And I ***** them
From my lips
Dripping blood
Like rubies
And my throat tears
Like shredded sandpaper
It won't be beautiful
Or tragic
Or wondrous
It will be disgusting
And horrific
And you won't want
To look

I need to
Scream
And you
Can't listen
But I need you to
Hear

I wish I could suspend this single moment
And let it span a lifetime in a minute  
Here, where the light glows softly
And tints the walls and my skin gold
While it shines through my nails
Painting everything over in a peaceful trance
This is the place of slumbering souls
And my breath is the ticking of a worldly clock
The only one I can ever trust
Here, I am quiet, and here, I can breathe

I wish I could play this song again
Over and over a hundred thousand times
Because for once it's not a lie
Or a fabrication inside of my hopeful mind
Stitched from a thread of disbelief
For once, it's real and it's here
And I can breathe inside this vision
Even though those breaths are stolen
And my lungs are guilty
I can breathe here, even if only for a moment

I wish the quiet could last forever
The shifting silence punctured by chords
And shifting of fingertips on bedsheets
I am alone here but I am free
Finally I can touch these walls
Finally I can trace the photos of another life
With gentle hands that wish to smash
To break, to destroy, to rip and tear
But they never do, never in this moment
In this moment they still

I wish that I didn't have to sleep
For when I wake it will not be like this
When my eyes open I will have been thrown again
Back into the clockwork cogs of the real world
Pushed into place in a steel roundabout
Eternally spinning and throwing and chewing
Past everything in its path
But here, my fingers twirl through the air
Tracing patterns of dreams and stars and collisions
Between planets and worlds and lips

I wish that I didn't have to wake up
Because if this is so beautiful here
In the space where I can breathe
Then it will be twice as lovely
In the place of translucent dreams
Where it can suspend across a lifetime
Where I can play the song again
Where the quiet will last forever
Where I will not have to sleep
Because I will be dancing beyond this place

there's a sun coming up
over the horizon
but next to you
it looks more like
a star

Rose coloured skies to cover the grime oozing over the surface
As yellow paint slicks onto the sea of black tar
A weak barrier against the smog
The trees line the golden ring
The sun has bound around the earth
Until the city skyline glows that irrefutable shade of orange
That chases away the moonlight and the birds and the roses
Leaving behind an outline of skeletal mustiness and misery
A graveyard of ashes rising above
The grey fermented pavement, a canvas of footsteps and broken pieces
Ashes on streets, ashes in lungs
Ashes inside and around and above and below
Death lingers over the cinderblock garden
These buildings are gravestones, the streets run with grey
The cremation of love and lips and lies
This place is a dying forest of falling branches
As a body slumps and falls, another rises through
To push above the skyline of bones
And become part of that rosy heaven above

Every footfall draws another drop of sweat
While each rise of a chest leaves blood running
Down cheeks like the tears of statues
The people don't talk, the birds choke on their melodies
Notes like worms as they force themselves up throats
Puked like stringed sentences of lies and misfortune
Splattering the tarmac like injustice on heartstrings
That have hardened to rods of steel
Indifferent to acidic tears and rose petals
The dust flies like spit
In clouds through the alleyways
Clinging and stinging eyes, ******* shut
Drying loose tongues and filling open mouths
'Till they choke and they have to speak around
Every word they ever wished to speak
You have no safe breaths under this sky
There are no safe words you can ever say
Under the falling roses

You've become a statue
Your eyes don't cry as they used to
This place has changed you, has warped your mind
These streets of everlasting dust
They've stripped you down and built you back
With crumbling bones and brittle skin
And muscles that have been pulled taught
Your face is sallow plastic
Moulded by those you swore to hate
You've become their toy, you're their little project
To twist and try and test
The streets melt beneath your feet
Pavement rippling and scorching
It's poisoning you, toxic and tasteless
These streets of never ending lust
For blood, for bone, for a brittle crown
Of a falling castle, a burning council
The roses are falling rotten
Petals upon the darkening road
The roses are falling rotten
The roses falling from the dust-filled sky