23/M/USA To be sure, I am a forest, and a night of dark trees; but she who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. - Nietzsche 97 followers / 1.1k words
I don’t understand what the spirits are telling me I have no interest in what these snakes are selling me I’m sipping poison and getting lost in the melody The psychos in charge want to give me a felony
I love her and I don’t know why She cast a spell and caught my eye Take my energy bleed me dry I don’t want to hear her say goodbye She loves me then flies off in the night I lose sight of her in the pale moonlight
She moved slowly in observance Her silent stares made me nervous When will she pounce? She wants to be chased I got lost in the race When I broke her heart, I couldn’t look her in the face