longing for atonement looks like an enormous black hole like a huge purple blue bruise or gaping open burgundy magenta wound it seems to swallow everything that comes near it this black pit of death love is not here go further down and you will find it though you may **** yourself first love rests elsewhere turn from this negative pull of energy this is not light but what light exposes as false light the light I am snuffs out all the darkness they sense they can’t hide from it and so they want to throw it onto what I am making the darkness about what I am rather than about themselves being attracted to the darkness the day has arrived I no longer shield darkness I can only devour it
Crippled inaction is the fear I'll fail at asking her out when the moment comes up or the fear that it will all work out but it won't feel like enough Same story for doing my laundry Same story for writing songs and getting them out
Narcissist that knows he could be Emperor if he gave it his all But knees buckle at the thought of those peons and what they're saying 'bout me in their decrees These bouts, these bouts, these bouts Let's run to Nothingness don't get off the couch Let's run to mundane business Everyday I scrub these floors and someday I'll see us in them ___________
arm around shoulder the sparkle in your eye reflected back at me, me, me You're the sing-song voice of my other Even though I heard you say no words I just finished the story I started the first time we caught eyes, eyes, eyes
They feel like grapes and your spaghetti hair sure feels like brains so can I ask you something? Cause I don't know you enough to say I'm not a fan but life's too short so can we shatter some distance? Like, "Hey I'm not too partial on pasta and sauce but I sure would like to chat and canoodle on the couch." Lazy eyes find the forest in your perfect ones No more mistaken for trees, trees, trees We're all firmly in this world
I'm going to cut your supply I'm going to starve that destructive fire from oxygen The one which burns within you That desire to hurt I'm going to sweep your breadcrumbs from my doorstep Take back your sullen energy You who delight in sowing destruction Look into the mirror of your empty eyes and see what's inside your toxic well Your jealous empty heart contains nothing but deceit and destruction Your blatant lack of empathy has unveiled your deepest secret You have showed the world exactly who you are ... and finally we believe you No more alibis for you And once a serpent's head has been cut off It will rage out of control ... but only for so long Before it is no more Like one who has been struck with madness Like an addict without a drug I am no longer your supply I will save my empathy for those who deserve it And I forgive myself for unknowingly enabling you by buying into your games But most of all ... I'll be good to myself
my mother is like the queen she is the queen of everything but in the sense that all that matters is reputation and i am merely a means to an end.
i am the pawn on the chessboard and she likes to play with her pawns carved out hollow, brittle shells on the edge of breaking. she likes the power of holding a fragile heart in her hands to nurture and then destroy as she sees fit for her own entertainment.
is it still my fault i turned out the way i am?
the ground shook when the crown was placed upon her head, for surely even earth began counting down the time until its destruction.