Hello? Hello. never ever thought that I would speak to a ghost painful rewinding weeks of establishing a meek form of giving upseemingly stuck in the up down of taxidermy deaf silence almost burned the house down one dumb cigarette stuck in some paper towels how I relinquish my only sense of it just to perish to things that don't know anything yet I'd rather choke to my death in the hellfire then have to know any of you I fucking hate life squeaking by common sense telling me to die in my basement I keep holding on to breathe some ether one more week one less second hoping for some hope million dollared plagiarism blacklisted I hope you're happy and I hope you're fucking sad welcome to the spinning wheel where everybody loses
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sallow shallows batter better after apprehending swearing shouldn't breathing butter awfully altruistic scaring scarabs brittle bitters animate acoustic stop supporting broken bridges after allthe carnage
a subtle whistle
nine at night is the perfect time to panic pollen disperses so perfectly don't you think? weak willed with a bad back and a bone to pick stage fright in the streetlights with a headache sulking I'm sorry proudly I'm not counting on one hand the people I trust boring and backwards my eardrums are asking for secrets to treat my existence and then some ghosts in the marshes floating on the cattails pink sky playing with the wind in my sail
the lost art of longing
In hopes that ever after doesn't start with coming back, I've devised a way to sort the noise and maniac attacks. sleeping less or way too much eating dying grass making sense of all the nonsense loving happenstance Sing to me a song you wrote while you were twilight flying. I'll pick a part to focus on, and figure out you're lying. The finish line is stopping short. fingernail confiding Have you ever seen a smile right before they're dying? too much rhetorical let me help connect you to the mindscape... ...hold on there seems to be a problem Your last memory is only that. Now, think about it. weird ways playing only classics they're into it seeping ceremony creeping out the door for cigarettes and rebarI think it's time to go.
which way did he go?
smearing us with content never get enough of it AI plane ride crashing into everyone saw enough to give a fuck have to pay to blow my head off mass craft under shoulders hating every cell steel wool getting rid of paint screaming temper tantrums never will my normal ever get a glimpse of ease holding tight thorny roses sleeping in the trunk supposing toiled torture only laughing when I wake up
Lost my Cross
If only it was as easy to fix this as it is to stop Him from flying off of my shoulders and over my head. Hanging Mary on my chest instead to delegate faith where I seem to have lost it. Seeing every other hour after sweaty dreams and palm readings, I'm bleeding from a head wound that never seems to heal properly. Let it be. Down wind on a raft going too fast, my only solace are the pretty colors flying by. Once in a while I find time to mind them properly, or at least flash a smile. Trying hard not to laugh at having lost my paddle. I see ghosts of me slingshotting subtle songs into the shadows of the rooms that I forgot to put lights in. I'll get around to it, once I stop shaking. In being bound to breaking down I found a familiar thought lingering at the edge of sorrow. If the hole didn't have a sky, I'd never try to climb out.
Just Want a Hand to Hold
What a beautiful day to lose faith in an individual. Grand statements finally learning that "I love you", is just a tool to make you feel a little better about yourself. Keep investing in the idea that you didn't use me, if it helps you sleep. I've lost no winks knowing that you were never in my dreams. You're the crimson wall on that spot in the backrooms that I should've never let my curiosity bring me to. how sad Don't tell me in a month that you're unhappy and discontent because you left me when I needed you, and now I know you're all the same. I want an angel that I've never known. off thoughts tormented by every loud voice that never let me feel for a second like it's gonna be okay I'll make it okay. my mystery incredible Don't be afraid to say hello, I don't bite, and if you're brave enough to try, you deserve it all. I promise. I'm so alone, please, be my special eloquence, and I'll show you why you are, the forever I've never encountered I'm waiting, with prayed hands and an defused atom bomb
accepting denial’s anger
Floral ornaments of silk seem pretentious in light of losing the beating of your heart. The stages of grief don't account for how willingly I wouldn't care if I was further underground. A constant face of defeat in the hopes of succeeding where I've always failed most, computing nothing that makes any sense. steering off course looking for buried treasure a glimpse of your smile making me paddle harder time ticking as my heart skips beats trials stopping before I can make a bold attempt broken machinery garbage building piles into mountaintops of how the hell I'll ever find a fix protecting devilish inceptions in my presence because I'm not a fucking asshole and stronger than you think She watches me when I forget that she can see all of the particle misfortunes that I drag along my tired feet. I'll kiss your memory just like I kiss your food bowl. Never let the sun shine on a pretty day without you.
peach sour apples
the sweet song of nicotine lost my track of time inside Cerebro better get some Advil too much thought in a constant of noise and concerning spots of ego better get a telescope sleeping fresher without burdens of nothing that stopped to confront me about how I'm nothing I breath deeper in the ice water counting finding pride in the scars placed while I'm sleeping steeped simile seeing all the safeness devolve into seconds I choose not to eat peach sour apples everything delicious suspiciously tastes like I know it has know idea what to think give me anything needing a minute to breathe so I can sleep for an hour or a couple seconds I miss farm stands pretty dresses cute legs nice shoes aren't you just the sweetest thing that's ever been
see less in the seams of a green dress stealing garden gnomes lookin' for some magic loud birds don't touch the wires unless you're in free fall or ground sounds will be the last thing you hear in inflecting a point to look at stars I've encountered other galaxies and ended up on Mars clawing at the ground after marking my territory ain't it damn cute though post it on my story