bitter smiles across the corridors seeing you with her is the worst i dont miss you,just your hand in my own is better than in hers what does she have,that i dont? is it the lust or the looks that she gives you? is it the smile she has that i lost? i really dont miss you,i just need you laying next to me but you left me empty.
perhaps my mind is a breaking thing can you mend a mirror,or leave it shattered? perhaps you don't know the true me,perhaps i'm as jagged and broken inside as i scream and pretend to be this character of audacity. if in the end i do not love me,then what is there to fix? see you claim my heart is in the right place but maybe i'm worse than we thought? my love,i fear you don't understand,my heart is as broken as me. my love,i see you don't really understand i'm a reflective dystopian.
this was rushed and i really hate it but i felt like publishing some stuff so there you go
ethereal utopia burned to hell,perhaps the carnage of death made them scream their scriptures at the sinners. Lucifer clutching the hearts of the vertigo minded devotion to a blank faced god,showing no mercy to the imperfect yet claiming righteous love. The blind will never see and the sinners will always seek some relief from pain,or perhaps their counterparts seek to relieve the duty of the never ending pretentious love for a celestial being they know nothing of.