07-03-2019, 09:02 PM
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drowning , but you don’t save yourself . walking home at 3 am . flowers littered amongst a graveyard . heaven with a whole lot of hell . warm heart , cold hands . unsent texts . a strange feeling of loss . bruises and broken bones . everything i know is borrowed , broken , or blind . deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun . a soft , hollow spot sits in your chest . there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to . there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you . you are the coffin . you edge a bit too close to the sun . the ache of wanting what you can never have . the romanticization of self-destruction . nostalgia that aches . the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head . death as bricks in the heart . perfection depicted as a rotting corpse . falling in love with being alive . self hatred grows inside you like a tumor . heart sewn on white sleeves , red blood staining it . the urge to break free , to snap - but never getting the chance . protecting similar stories from becoming a tragedy . past issues piled up neatly . empath gene kicked to eleven . i will follow you into the dark . the struggle against your mind and your heart . wandering somewhere between darkness and light - between dream and reality . time will destroy me slowly . all with freedom in our minds , yet we were its slaves . found such peace , still it was a constant war . we were one : my shadow , my fear , and me . now she’s doomed to die . i’ll bleed ‘til the death of my soul . that’s what i hope , but i don’t believe anymore . digging my own grave , i'm shot down in flames . promises were made out of lies . see that hell is what we chose . selfish crucifixion . you're full of tragedy . thorns blossom in your lungs . so sad , so beautiful .
drowning , but you don’t save yourself . walking home at 3 am . flowers littered amongst a graveyard . heaven with a whole lot of hell . warm heart , cold hands . unsent texts . a strange feeling of loss . bruises and broken bones . everything i know is borrowed , broken , or blind . deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun . a soft , hollow spot sits in your chest . there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to . there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you . you are the coffin . you edge a bit too close to the sun . the ache of wanting what you can never have . the romanticization of self-destruction . nostalgia that aches . the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head . death as bricks in the heart . perfection depicted as a rotting corpse . falling in love with being alive . self hatred grows inside you like a tumor . heart sewn on white sleeves , red blood staining it . the urge to break free , to snap - but never getting the chance . protecting similar stories from becoming a tragedy . past issues piled up neatly . empath gene kicked to eleven . i will follow you into the dark . the struggle against your mind and your heart . wandering somewhere between darkness and light - between dream and reality . time will destroy me slowly . all with freedom in our minds , yet we were its slaves . found such peace , still it was a constant war . we were one : my shadow , my fear , and me . now she’s doomed to die . i’ll bleed ‘til the death of my soul . that’s what i hope , but i don’t believe anymore . digging my own grave , i'm shot down in flames . promises were made out of lies . see that hell is what we chose . selfish crucifixion . you're full of tragedy . thorns blossom in your lungs . so sad , so beautiful .