Stumbling home I hurt myself today to see if I could still manage to feel, focusing on the pain the only thing that's real. The needle tore a hole causing the old familiar sting,Trying to kill it all away but luckily I remember everything. What have I become? My dearest love? Everyone I know and have ever loved manages to go away In the end. At my end you will have it all even my empire of dirt
I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair full of broken thoughts, that even my heart cannot repair, beneath the stains of time slowly the feelings disappear.You are someone else as I am still right here. If I could start again a million miles away I would keep myself. I would find a way
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