#placed
The closer I get to being done
The more I see a bed at home
A bed alone
It's made of sticks and stones
Each night it breaks my back bones
I get so ****** up when I'm alone
It's so ****** up
That I find someone.
The people will always show
Not once but twice in a row
Alignment perfectly chronological
Calloused and shallow
When they are illogical
Waving words so psychological
Psychologically ****** up
It's so ****** up
That I found them at all
For a moment I'm special
So quickly I'm gone
Your feelings grew strong
With misplaced infatuations along
I've been doing this dance so long
I should know when I'm done wrong
Skipping and singing along
It's so ****** up
I've memorized the lyrics to this song
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
Within the bowels of these elements
Where we are tortured and remain forever.
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed in one self place;for where we are is hell,
And where hell is, must we ever be.
And when all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All placed shall be hell that is not heaven.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC