Lost, alone, confused
Always the one making the sacrifices.
~fallen angel

I have buried myself in oil
consumed by what I consume

You penetrate me to the darkest of my exterior...

Dark
Tears
Fake
Smile
Knife
Razor
Lines
Red
Heart
Love
Shatter
Scars...

Whay do these words all have in common?

We turned into I long ago now it's just me

If you start to miss me girl
Remember I didn't walk away
You let me go

I didn't realize what I had done to others
Until I saw the pain in everyone's eyes
As they looked at the destruction
That was left on my skin.

I hate the sun

It's hard to be avoided by someone you treat as a friend... :(

When she got stuck inside the vastness between the pain and the anguish needed for her to create beautiful art, the only way she could avoid spiritual destruction was to stop singing me those heart-breakingly evanescent love songs.