I have died a few times.
none romantic pure tragedy
Glad I is dead though
Romeo and Juliet were fools
honest, but fools none the less
Scalding love, comfortable steam
to think, to act, to soar, to die. cute.
the path of iris move to it
ghosts point the way those they have carried
a path is the heart's purpose for the soul
blinded by pain, sadness, and control
no longer I soar
lift me lift we are gone
within be we live
Cryptic is tiresome
My Father died and since then
Since then and then
drugs again but only for my whore
inside she begs for more
wandering amongst the shadows
reflection tall and narrow
My slim good body
you were me the whole time I was fucking you
I love me self don't need that now
I forgot my life last December
paralized I only wanted to ride
dying and dying while living.
I run out my bed and into the void
yahn.
passengerseat talk
Im a driver
I am waking up
I will meet you later father.
