slash the new fish and **** the leaders, the government falls, and like all of humanity, we panic. death looms over our heads, and we can change that, but in the mean time, imbrace love.

Although beauty is measured in looks, some measure in mind. I believe neither because my body is mine. They see ugly, I see another human. Our beauty is beneath us, as is the ground. We all die at some point, so love one another.

there is beauty in a heart that burned, the ashes dance as the flame you've ignited brings my love to a new peak.

And so i edit my body with scars, my eyes are blank, i see from afar. I miss the way you used to feel the idea of losing you all to real, and now you lay dying there and i wish that you could hear me, i bleed out of fresh new wounds as i cry to you to come home soon so now i just sit in my room and edit my body with scars.