Beauty is a disease, but you don't care if it's toxic.Beauty is a poison but you'll drink it like it's not, you'll drink it like it's not.
And you set yourself on fire(again, and again, and again.)Because the feeling is worth getting burned.Because a life without feeling that you have /lived/is not much of a life at all.
You are not your mother And you are not your father. Your life is your own And the only sins you should have to caryAre the ones you commit.
Of darkness we come, Of darkness we are.
I am a conniption personified, and you have stars in your eyes. -no wonder we didn't work out
This is not poetry,This is not soul.Just words I've Never spoken.
My veins flood with vitriol Again and again and again. Untill i am nothing moreThen a body left to decay,and a heart bound to shatterUnder the starlight.