*"Marks on her skin" was slightly...
I promised so many past loves
That I'd never let them go...
This time tomorrow,
I'll be somewhere else...
Can you see the artificial ease
She plasters across her face...
Usually I can name my thoughts, fashion a
stage for my feelings, and direct my footsteps...
Is this life
is this what I'm ment to do...
The roads are drenched with too many wished
upon hearts, and my eyes resemble sewage from...
I wait for the moment my love, my beautiful reaper...
To take my life and cradle me in bliss...
I can feel it inside
as the time creeps nearer...
I cannot control it
This anxiety is torture...
I found the worst enemy I could ever face...
She looks down upon every part of me...
I lie here in my frigid bed,
Staring at my ceiling surrounded by carnivorous...