#otherstuff
I fall along with your plans I fall along with your ward I fall along with your walls
I wonder was there ever connection to sever cross this collective expanse of years?
Or was there no love with to begin your hallowed bond?
Hallowed, hallowed
Devil, my brother, will you permit room to breathe?
Oh, I so wish you'd leave no room for Jesus.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
I had pulled you to the top
I scraped my knees and burried my hands
You sore above
While my wings were your guide
I opened you up into my world
Let you hold the gold
In times dueing
It turned to dust
But you covered it up
With a smile and lust
And the only reason i find this out
Is because you blow the dust
Stright into my mouth
I dont give you the satisfactory of seeing me choke
But on the inside i cant breath
And you will never know
My world around slowly cumbles
And you walk out the door
I vist the world of others
To help rebuild my own
But i feel like all their gold i touch
Turns to dust
And that i am the burdan weight apon their shoulder
So i return back to where i belong
I scrape my knees
And bury my hands
In a place that used to made of gold
Now covered in dust
And alone
...
But atleast
You're at the top of this world
Thats my boy
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
Throughout our lives we develop our personality and our complicated states of mind.
And yet we still end up believing in our personal causes like it's world law. And sure, that may the most narcissistic thing I can think of right now, but it's my life is it not?
And yes, a lot of what I just said doesn't make complete sense.
So...
Just bare with me.
I just went through hell.
And it takes the bravest and best of us to come back from that.
You may not know what happened to me, so I'll pick apart my psyche so that maybe I can understand what happened to me.
So here we go.
Stick around if you want the details.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC