I was never one to run toward
a shining soul off in the distance.

I felt.

Ceiling heavy creeping; my eyes followed the white.

I am not singular.
I am not singular.

The necessity of nature left me dreamy and hopeless. You were my

My amor phora.
                         And now I feel as if I have no soul worth clinging.

as she moves that cancer stick
so numbly to her lips
as if her movements are without purpose
while she's remembering his
she cries and she tries to stop the breaths so quick
they start to make her light headed
she says that she don't give a ****
but just don't wanna ******* admit it
just wants the ******* pain inside to subside
decides to take her slow drive in silence tonight
another  breath of nicotine in hopes to feel alright
closes her eyes.. just close your eyes

so lonely but it seems seeking attention makes it worse
its nights like these when love is just a ******* curse