emptiness swims through my veins. irrelevant thoughts cloud my brain. numbness lives in my finger tips.

Fresh sin. Sweaty bodies sway. Deamonds swim in the rich liquid that burns down my throat. Minutes evaporate in the that smoke leaves my lips. Innocence dies. ***** knifes lay rusting in the sink. Shattered dreams cut open my feet as I pull myself up.
Oh sweet, sweet, sweet fresh sin. Young sin. Godless sin. The spark that ignites and turns all happiness to ash.
Mistakes remain etched in my memory, like a permanent tattoo. Eternal flame replaces the friendly shoulder.

The tears that stream down my face begin to match the color of my jacket. Hard, rough, and warm. Just like you. You don't bother to turn away from the crime you have committed. You watch me suffer, no emotion present on your still face. Our love has burned up like a cigarette. Don't dare try and tell me I was the one who lit the fire. You are the one to be held responsible. For you have burned up my heart and set it in an ashtray.

They stood on a bottle littered floor. As the others violently shook to the vibrations of the music, they stood still. Warm blue eyes meet cold brown eyes. The black devours the colors as stares grow more and more lustful. All of the sudden, her cold body turns colder. She looks at him, lust turned to gloom. Her heart begs him for warmth. Her legs feel weak. Arms feel heavy. She falls back, hopping he'll catch her. Yet she smacks right onto the ground. Glass shatters. He looks at her one last time and turns to a pair of warm brown eyes. Cold brown eyes freeze on the scenery unraveling in front of her.

Pupils dilate, skin bleeds at the absence of your lips. The floor slips from under my feet as the clouds welcome me. my breath leaves me as your blue eyes devour my body. Thoughts of death replaced by you. the stars run out when i'm with you. the trees conceal our love. closed doors and closed love. silence when we are around others.
but with you, silence doesn't exist.

like love, just know that life makes the heart want eyes to feel. That days go away, people say what they think and you are left needing to tell the night about your pain. Souls lost to the bad man’s hands. oh the better dreams that try to get the lips to know the broken feeling of love. the deep, forever, and true feeling of fear leaves the air open and the blood real. you stand on the moon, sure that your feet are there, thinking of the songs that **** with your thoughts. the beauty in his voice turns into real lies. he comes to your door, the same person, but the wrong heart. he stays grounded. on your doorstep that sits on the moon. breaking the perfect and finally, the truths turn to lies.