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A Match Into Water - Pierce The Veil

Let's go
I kissed the scars on her skin
I still think you're beautiful
And I don't ever want to lose my best friend
I scream out, God you vulture
Bring her back or take me with her

Tear it down, break the barricades
I want to see what sound it makes
I need this favour with the bags under the ******* night where you can die

How does it feel, how does it feels
All I feels like I'm on fire
Wake up
I know you can hear me

Make me a promise here tonight, that's like a tidal wave
Dreamers and early graves, I never wanted to be this way
The chemicals will bring you home my girl
This is it, when it's done, we can say that
When it's sudden death we fight back

Pretend like it don't entice you
I've seen you circling the sky above my head
You traitor

I will never leave
Or take you for granted again
Can't you get home, and not dead so
Sing a prayer for you

I know that you're in pain
But if we die at the same time does it still scare you?

Make me a promise here tonight, let's go
Dreamers and early graves, I never wanted to be this way
The chemicals will bring you home my girl
This is it, when it's done, we can say that
Oh god we're not gonna make it

We will bring the tidal wave
We will bring the tidal wave
We will bring the tidal wave
We will bring the tidal wave

We will bring the tidal wave
We will bring the tidal wave
We will bring the tidal wave
And nothing will remain

She's mine
You stay away from her
It's not her time
'Cause, baby, I'm the one
Who'll haunt your dreams at night
Until she's satisfied

Make me a promise here tonight, that's like a tidal wave
Dreamers and early graves, I never wanted to be this way
The chemicals will bring you home my girl
This is it, when it's done, we can say that
When it's sudden death we fight back

**** it
A poem every day
24/9/20
hannah Feb 2020
What does it mean
To still be here, living with trees
Tapping at the windows
It's almost like they're asking
What we think we're doing

Waking up on air mattresses
Drinking instant coffee while
Outside, birds will fall
In this twisted dream
A toxic slew of memories

Remember the back of the class
Listening to seventeen covers
Of "Kissing in Cars" and
Going through every last
Tear stained inch of you

Remember the grass beneath my feet
Before you ever knew about me
The school shootings, the rain
Kids crying in the parking lot
Phoning parents, trying not to be afraid

You're the only person I've ever seen
At midnight in an overcrowded kitchen
Leaned against a counter
Like you know where you belong
That night, I saw stars behind your eyes
I don't want to grow up anymore
I don't want you to go.
hannah Aug 2019
I'd rather see the world
Through a broken glass
Fragmented
Like I'm an insect
I'd rather see you
Looking through my bangs
You're blurry now
Like I'm dying
I'd rather see myself
Well
I'd rather not see myself
At all
My bangs are too long so I'm writing about it.
hannah Jul 2019
Drawing flowers
Foxglove and
Red stained hearts
Bleeding out
On the pavement
Sending kisses
Over the phone
Texting like
Wildflowers
Popping up
In the darkness
Of my mind
I should really stop listening to Pierce The Veil.
bakunawa Mar 2019
in my mind
           all i really
      wanted
      was mind enough
         to say no...
                  and yet
as i had knelt...
and as i had pleaded..
     all i could ask for
                                    was ignorance
               and all i could say
          was thank you
                          for all the venom---
                   still
           it
                              feels just
              a little bit sad
                                  i couldn't
  ask for more...
                               more drops
                          by
              drops
wishing
  ­                                wanting
                         ­                                              waiting
                   washing down
       falling



       even deeper






       ever faster
    






                                              ­intoxicating
sating myself more and more in this
scrumptouos feast of more and more
                 and with every single mouthful
i take in
                  my appetite begs for more and more
       yes
                           i am a wolf.
           the lowest of the low
                     in a tripartite soul.
and i can't help
                            but fill myself up
     no matter how much
                  i weigh myself down.
                                      i just want more.
                          more of bullets
       for every single word you say
                  more of icicles
              for every single awkward touch
more of daggers
                for every single glare you look me
                 down with

                                   more of poison
       for every single lie you make me swallow
        forcefully down my own throat saying
        that you've always been true

                                                           ­  more of you...
for every single night i waste
away lying wide awake lying
to myself about not regretting
every sound i taught, trained
my tongue to incarcerate until
you were no longer there to listen

                       more of flames.
        the feeling i get whenever you
         quench my burning aching hunger.

                more of flames
that blazing glimmer i become
when everyone looks at all my
scars with disappointment.

                               i want more of flames.
                     and i just want to burn it all down
along with you.
                  and then
                                   i'd happily engulf myself
     engorge myself
                                  on all our
shared
                     pain
                                                         and
                                misery
     knowing that no one will ever
           knowingly share anything else with me...
                                                                let me bask
                     at least one last supper
in the blissful toxin
                                   of our cannibalism
                   and one last time
                       we'll cast a miracle and
     burn
                               in the gluttony
of our lustful intersuffering
                                                  ­drowning drunk
        from the deathly fermentation
                        of our own flowing blood
              knowing
    we'll never again
                          have to wake up
                 with a killer of a hangover tomorrow.
requested by~~ i*** and a****~~ quite difficult actually, i hope i don't disappoint you two :<

anyway, it is not like this is much of an anecdote to my life but this really resonates to me a lot, and honestly i based this on a friend of mine  and it really isn't an unusual thing anyway.

ever tried to tell the world to f*c* off? it's kind of hard to do it when you're acting humane and all alone...

anyway, thanks for reading!!! please let me know what you think i could improve on this style on the comments :3

~~
ps. king for a day by ptv rules.
Invocation Jan 2019
And you're too tired to talk to me
I wish I had more to say to a faceless community but you're asleep next to me and I don't dare wake you. You work in the morning. It IS the morning. You've been busting *** while I sit happily on mine. How can I wake you to share these thoughts you need to hear? Sleep is my favourite comfort zone. I shan't take it away from you. Sleep blissfully my love.
Jane Bell Nov 2015
People always say
"Music keeps me sane."
But I don't get the random urge to kick those rocks when my phone is dead getting off the bus at 6pm,
The cry to selfharm is not only called through my mind
but when I'm listening to the screaming of friendly monsters
I run to the blade quicker.
Music keeps me insane.
"Screaming of friendly monsters" is simply a reference to "screamy" music just like
BMTH or PTV ((they're not too bad though I know))
Savannah Jane Oct 2014
you said you'd pull the thread
from my skin till my bones
felt embarrassed by all the attention
well they do
and
just a warning,
you're about to pull
the last thread
that's holding me together.
I wrote this after listening to I don't care if you're contagious by pierce the veil. so that's where this came from.

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