It was you who made me hate myself
It was you who was never there...
The light burns my skin
The dark reminds me of my sins...
Night swimming without water,
in the way penguins glide through liquid...
In the darkness of the day
on your own dying day...
So many conversations in my head,
What is birth and what is dead...
Living in the world of betwixt and between.
Its the strangest place that I have ever seen...
Light on these golden curls, goodbye-
You will be drawn to them no more...
There is a picture of a smiley face that hangs on...
As I sit in my padded little room in my little...
On the outside
I may seem sweet and nice...
-Story
I was inspired to write when I saw a picture of a...
I try to just let it out
Cry until my tears run dry...
So innocent the young flirt will lust... her...
a mans lonely heart will thirst for youth... his...