Falling down the windy planes,
Go diving down until insane,
Dropping into a wonderland,
Spiraling like a living fan,

From little eyes made out of glass,
Looking into the shadow past,
Seeing myself wake up again,
Restart the new simulation

I'm a hider, you're a seeker.
When did I become a peeker?
No running there's no stopping.
I can't stop myself from crying.

Why do I keep freaking trying?
I can't stop myself from crying.
I can't stop this ******* crying.
Please help me stop ******* crying.


From plastic beds to rocky roads,
I've lost my mind, I've woke up cold,
When did I get into green robes?
I am a sacrificed lost soul,

I can't help thinkin' I am dreamin'
My head can't work when it is steamin'
I've gone insane, i'm falling down,
A bird diving into the ground.

A bird diving into the ground.

Chained to the concrete rained-on ground.

I've lost my head, seeing in red,
I'm not the same as I once said,
I won't go down till I am dead,
Next, to the next, that's being led.

The silver light reflected off of the blade.
She knew what she had to do to numb the pain.
She had seen too much, but lived too little.
She couldn't go on, her heart was brittle.

The light that reflected, danced in the night.
She blocked her memories, and blocked her fright.
She reminded herself of the reasons she had,
And forgot about the ones that weren't that bad.

She watched the blade tickle her skin.
And blinked the tears that ran down her chin.
She looked at herself for one last time,
And pushed all her thoughts out of her mind.

She felt the blood gush out her veins.
She let out a sigh, and took pleasure in the pain.
She felt the life slip out of her body,
And let those around her feel sorry.

╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ '✿⊱╮
The          leading          *****-hand        patisserie
n­ow  walks  to  the  sink, warm  water wets
their    hands.   After  pouring  soap,  he
rubs   the   front,  back,  interlocked
fingers, then  thumbs, entwined
fingers         and         lastly
the       nails      before
the    full    rinse;
hands now
clean
╰⊰✿⊱╮

Cool winds are blowing
From dead grass will rise the green
Reason of the day

There she awaits-                                            
    In her jewelled palace far from faded-eyes    
A lily sheltered from the blanket of white;
the air perfume-light from the blossoms,  
                      and a yearning heart -

          Lo!                                                  ­                    
            The silver songs of Robins; the heralds of Winters
              twirl free.                                                            ­            
   Lo!                                                              ­
      A Hyperborean wind is roused from slumber
    and spreads its wings. Leaves drift down are
    kissed by frost; lakes, the woodlands placed
  under your trance. And your vision came to
be - a polished world on a fair day.            
                                         And at a pleasant hour-