i say it's too fast
too much, too soon, just stop
have some self-respect

I wonder if fear even really goes away,
or if they just lose their power over us.

In some parts of the ancient world,
the hawk symbolizes the sun.
So if i always have a picture of a hawk on me,
i will always have the sun on me,
so i wouldn't be afraid of the dark.

I was afraid of the dark,
now it reminds me of the fear I've overcame.

The World Doesn't Care

You are afraid
Leading into a cascade
The World Doesn't Care

Your struggle
That's your trouble
The World Doesn't Care

Show you are afraid
Show your struggle
Cascade
&
Trouble

Clearly define your fight
Grit and show your bite
The World Will Care

I'll never forget the feelings we made up
To keep each other alive, survive another night
Everything of us, all just myth
Medicine to heal but power to destroy
Greatest addiction to be released
Finally at peace
with these unsaid words
This would be our final goodbye
Everything of us, all just a myth
Bittersweet it was, to overcome
the closest thing to real love
I wish you the best as you continue
Prayers for your next love
To be blessed
Nothing like us, all just a myth
Ending with burned pages
But instead
Ending with laminated chapters

I can't stand to become that person again.
I can be strong as long as I keep this blade close to my skin.
Locking away each deep little thought.
Accidentally remembering the ones I forgot.

The darkness is a consuming the very essence of my mind.
Searching for the light, but I'm becoming more blind.
Coming to terms with who I crave to become.
Stripping away any remaining innocence, immorality impossible to overcome.

I think I
Am doing fine
After all the ****
I've done

I will stand above
My mistakes
My past
Those I miss
To conquer the
Despair within

I think I
Am satisfied
Relying on me
Myself
And I

Because who better
Is there to trust,
Than myself?
Especially when
I have no one else

I think I
Am doing fine
Going through the motions
I try to live my life

Looking back,
I'm still alive
Even after all the times
I almost took my life

I am doing fine
And, sure as hell
I'll make it out alive

I see.
This match in your hand.
With careful movements.
Meticulous.
Dodging the rain that fell.
Hand over humble flame.
The previous burns are still there.
Lingering.
And yet.
You push forward.
Hoping.
That not a single tear will wash away the light.
I witness.
The runaway train.
Horns blaring.
Muffling the words.
That never seem to come.
Mach three.
And still no signs of slowing.
I stare.
A bystander.
As the earth beneath your feet stirs.
Quaking knees.
The smile never left.
For your safety was never in the prompt.
I gaze.
At all the beautiful disasters in question.
This house of blades.
Tell tales of edges that are remnant still.
Whispers so loud.
That even the ghouls shy away.
And as I do all these things.
I have never left your side.
The past may haunt.
The winters cold indeed.
But let shine my love.
For a constant you have truly been.
One that I shall never faulter from again.