Primary FunctionThis is as bad as it gets. When the last thread you're hanging fromPrimary Function
Decides to cut its neck. And if I fell to my death. I'd be lying if I said I was surprised. But then again you never intended us To make it out of this alive. Road rashed and skinned fingers. Though long forsaken still seem to linger. And no jaw knows the importance
Of biting your tounge, like mine. It's alright if it bleeds just keep it behind your teeth. And if there's no hint your weak, you'll be just fine. I'm getting used to feeling this way. Where the world seems to collapse from under
Guns and GroceriesI'm getting used to nights like these. Stuck inbetween makeshift dreams and lack of sleep. Picking apart patterns in the texture of the ceiling. To find comfort in something from this feeling. But these hazy eyes have long lost their focus. And I think I like it better that way. When one dimention is torn into black and white. I can promise you there's half a million shades of grey. I've listened to the prettiest melody breakout into a blood curdling scream. And sometimes that's all it takes to make these walls cave in. Or just enough to take the safety out of these sheets. It'Guns and Groceries
Checkpointit's been three weeks since pen's seen paper. and even longer since there's been air under my wings. and it's been just as impossible for me to fly away. as it has been for these withered lungs to sing. but please don't mistaken it for my breathing. it's only gotten easier since you've been gone. and I'd be lying if I told you I've lost sleep from the beating. but it seems lately I've been confusing the sunset with dawn. I can finally say that I'm happy. and I guess being alone is part of being free. but when you're in love it doesn't matter how you add it up. because two is alCheckpoint
They Don't Call Him God's ...Ladies and Gentlemen. Here's where it all fits together. Human invidia and the damned tokens to pass the gate. You heard it right, your God's not the only one that holds the key. Honestly, did it surprise you that the devil desides your fate? Whether you believe in faries and elves or heaven and hell I don't care what you've heard cause I'm resolving this now. Oddly all the differences settle when this balance breaks. Cliche, I know. You think you've heard this before. But just like if you examine those three pictures closer You'll see it's the little differences that explain so muchThey Don't Call Him God's ...
Dial ToneIt's easy to say that it doesn't hurtDial Tone
over the phone, they can't see the tears well up in your eyes and overflow like a lake during a heavy rainfall. I stayed on the phone
until I heard the painful g flat of the dial tone even though I knew she had hung up 10 seconds earlier. So here I make a choice-- swallow my pride and salvage the pieces of a promised eternity or continue to pretend that I'm a numb statue
watching this all happen from an icy distance. I've decided that I feel much to poetic to even attempt something so blunt. I guess she's feeling over-dramati
Damn
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Don't look back
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