He thought he could fix her
But he would always forget
She had to feel her own skin
Everytime he held her hands

You are that one black picture from my disposable camera. I don't know if your memory was a good one but i would give everything to see you.

Like that one frustrating grip. I feel you all the time but i just can't hold on to you, no matter how much i hurt myself.

You are that appartement i lived in for seven months that never was mine but also was the only place i ever felt at home.

Some nights you hit my dreams
Just as sudden as you left my reality.

She's lost, dad. Nobody's heard from her again. I see images of empty rooms. A girl who looks like me. Men we never met. Her dark hair is no longer full of volume. Neither are her eyes of light. Sometimes it's harder to think about you than to think about our next fix.

There must be a day when I can stop blaming you,
But untill that day we are waiting to be saved by a man that never came.

****, that was the mdma.**

I felt the chemicals crawling slowly passed my throat into my system
And for a moment I was the only thing in my moshpit reality
Standing completely still for once
Right there
In the middle of Hungary
I felt the prodigy spiders climb through my skin
Into my brain
And I could not think myself
But I heard the thoughts of others

"Why do we do this to ourselves?"

He was destructively rememberable and i blame it on the echo
that fell from his lips everytime i made him smile

It would elegantly fly around in unspoken discomforts then
land on my ears in the form of a
goodbye

At least we're still alive.

I wrote eulogies for all the people I will ever loose, but when the time will come I don't want to remember how to speak.

At least we feel love.

I mix the feeling up with other one's. One's that will never be worth the effort.

At least we are healthy.

And our bodies remember to breathe when we forget.

At least we can fight.

I will feel terribly ashamed and sorry if I will ever stop that for one second in time.

We owe that to them.