She gets drunk on the brink of eternity and lies in wait to become the legend she doesn’t believe she has the ability to become.

But destiny is a fickle thing and it does not care that the only violent thing in her past was a rabid dog that wandered across her path one evening.


Her mother will faint at the sight of her daughters soon to be bloodied knuckles but her father will cheer. They both knew they had raised a fighter, her mother just wished she didn't have to hurt herself doing it.

She gets high at the edge of the abyss and as she looks into it she falls inside. As she topples, head over heels to make a history of the likes that is unprecedented. A history she had no idea she was capable of making.

(She’s just a girl.)

(She’s only a girl.)


**She’s a ******* god.

His body is a warzone; the cuts, the scars, the marks.
His mind does not fair much better; but he does try, try, try.

and nothing i own
has ever been mine.

and nothing i could have
will be for me.

i could die
and people will still
find a way to take
my last stand
and make it theirs.

i ****** myself to hell
because
it was all i was good for.

i. Do not think she cares about you; her heart is a wasteland and love is the rain the land knows it will not get anymore.
ii. Do not think she feels like you do; she will tear you apart in her effort to love.
iii. Do not think her being happy is good; she destroys everything she touches, ruin is more natural to her than joy.
iv. Do not care about her; no matter what emotion she is expressing all she feels is scorn for you.
v. Do not get close to her; she is a flame and whatever good she once possessed has long since burnt to ashes under its heat.

you wrapped your unending vulnerability
inside a cocoon of every single one of the
foul deeds you committed.
every shameful secret you bought to life.

and you wonder why you can never grow strong.
why the only part of you that can take a hit
is the armour you bought for far too little
to bleed into your blood stream and offer your body
the support your degenerate being can't supply.

i know i have only ever known flames
only ever the silence before
a lit match touches my exposed skin

and i know that you are every black ocean depth
but i would give anything, time and time again
to be washed out by you

i would give up an eternity
of euphoria red and orange
to know you long for me
the way the moon and sun
the way i do you

And I suppose its poetic that my bones snapped
to every beat of your heart,
that my body gave out every time you looked at me;
lighting in your eyes.
And I suppose its poetic that i've only ever felt hell
when i've been in love with you.

Every time you laugh i'm caught in the edges of an abyss,
like i'm drowning in the constant birth and death of a star.
and I cant help but wonder if this is all you’ve ever been.
The flesh and bones you inhabit now.
I can't help but wonder if you watched from the edges of the earth
and saw humanity love and die and wonder what it would be like,
to  live a life where you were something other than ash in the wind.

i could have been something,
and my bones ache
with a destiny denied.

Your mouth is a gun
And each I LOVE YOU
Is a bullet, reminding me
That im alive.

the truth runs wild
the truth runs free.
i've never felt happier
than when you're with me.

maybe i could wrench
       a whole right through my heart.

maybe the gods wont notice
        when i fall apart.

Her love is not something one can endure,
Which is why she does not understand why
She would desire to inflict it on someone.

you take what you get
and you learn to live
with the way it all ends.

the gods are ruthless, the gods are merciless
and one day they will light this world on fire
just to see how long it dares burn for.

he can feel it echo through his veins,
tragedy was written in his fathers blood.
(and his fathers blood before him.)

he can feel it break his lungs apart
sometimes love can not hold things together.
(sometimes love is not enough.)

he can feel it tremor sadness too his hands
sometimes lovers can only be that.
(not made for time, not made for love.)

take my hand and take me away
to a world where the agony i feel
is a dark dream i can not remember

there's an aching rhythm to my bones.
they cry and they call out;
please please, we want to go home.
and i don't know how to reply
and i don't know what to say
other than i know, i know.

and i've only got two hands
but they've only ever been full
and i've only got one heart
but its only ever been torn apart

and i guess in another world
a death wish in one hand
wouldn't be quite so bad
but in this universe
my other hand holds yours
and in this universe
i'm loved by you

and i guess in another world
id have the sense of mind
to not love another

but in another universe
your hand wouldn't be
a symbol of my death wish
and your love wouldn't be the bullet
that finally got me killed

there was a tragedy written in the stars
of you and i and how all that we had loved
had turned to dust

and there are so many words but i cant get to them.
cant hold on enough to figure out their meanings,
to find a sentence that makes sense.

and there are too many words that come rushing at me,
to take me to a better place,
but my feet are rooted to the floor
and all i know is that i am missing out.

and then the static takes me again, until it doesn't.
and i am a repeat of nothing and everything
until i fall apart at the whim of the words,
that i don't understand why i simply cant listen.

And i want to drown in something other than you
I want to meet god on her throne and not wish
I was anywhere else with you.

And i want to be someone else
Who does not dream of your love
And wake up crying with the bed cold.

she has made herself so dependant on others
that she does not know if she can stand alone.

I want to feel something
Other then pain,
Other then loss.
Something that doesnt
make me rot

and i will remold myself into something new
because failure means nothing at all
when you are everything there is

you spite the gods
because who else would dare do such a thing.

you spite the gods
because nothing makes you feel more alive
then to imagine what their ire feels off.

i set the world on fire
and i called it my own.

How do i make it hurt less
If nobody is left to help.
How do i make it hurt less
When i don't want to be saved.

I want to know what it is like
to light my soul on fire,
without getting lost in the flames.
without burning myself out.

his love is like the sea
as uncompromising
and remorseless
as the current
tends to be

who do i be
when the world
doesn't want me

you wrap your hands around my throat and i am scared that you will not crush it.

this fear in my chest has lived for longer than i have been alive. it whispers in a language so crude i do not think a human tongue could speak it. it is restless and reckless and all consuming. it has no gender it has no age, it forgot its name so it calls itself a demon.

you wrap your hands around my throat and i can only hope.

I am not human, I am a star and this is the part where I burn out.

You give yourself no credit;
A being of stardust and wildfire.
You give yourself no credit;
A being that puts natures beauty to shame.

You hold me like you think i will leave
Like the constant contact we keep
Is the anchor holding you to me

The rocks can not stop
The waves from meeting the shore
And distance can not keep
My heart from beating for yours

dream me a world,
where the stars in my veins
are put to good use.

and there is a rhythm to pain
it swings to and fro
like it is trying to eat you whole