mourningbirdindy

You asked me where i went when i was blanked out but shooting anyways and I just screeched for you to leave me dying on the snow. Set me inside a display case Lately dear, They've not just been looking. They've kept their widened blank cold eyes Contradicting the fire and flames on their faces, I think I know Why blood is red (So leave me dying on the snow, it hurts) Don't move me. I don't want to go All you ever said was "Sorry" But you don't mean it do you?

I decided to die on the wall Pinned Pricked Pretty Perfect Pointless Pathetic Praying Prying That day I choked On my own hope. It rose up through my throat And I decided To become worthless. Put a shotgun to my neck, I threw it up I threw it out And all I breathed that day Was rain rust.

The wavering uncertainty of the insects screaming for words, Uncertain of which way and what power Should they never encounter, As we stand on living lands and soar on metaphors. Oh, the dying blood of the the empty rust, fulfilling wayward dreams and lust, We never realize that We're All Murderers.

I am now afraid to lie I am now afraid to die Don't tell me that "I told you so" Don't say I didn't try. Swallow the razorblade Swipe the pills through your wrists, Lay in the air and cease walking through water. I am holding onto the smoke filled atmosphere breaking you in half with my silly world. We're all slashing away at the monster inside. It won't go away so Dig. Deeper.

You asked me to fix the silence, But love, It remains unbroken.

I think I want to set the world on fire, I want to curl death inside of myself and hug it till it fades. I want to kill the world, and I want to touch the ashes and breathe phoenixes. Death, you are mine, and I will make you cough up blood if I have to.

I want to cut open a star I want to consume it, I want to shake, I want to feel diamond killers inside my eyes.

I think - I think, I'm falling out of life, I think I'm falling out of love, I think I'm falling with a knife. I think the field has been scorched. You know, that kind where butterflies flitter? The grass is long and a little dry, Like summer wants to burn us alive, But love, I am already dead. I've been autopsied a thousand times and they found evidence of burnt grass inside my stomach. You killed my sense of pure adventure. You stuck me in a box and gave it locks, In a pure white room smelling of alcohol and insulin. You papered me with tiles and trampled me, You thought I could not hear. You thought I would not know. But I am ever so a

Not, good, no, not even a little, She gritted through her teeth as she keyed letters into her metallic legs. She only pretends to shine in someone else's darkness, She only pretends that she is not getting sucked in - Sleep, Crash, Kill - The night wears on and her mask begins to wear as well, Crashing into sleeping pills and falling into oceans, She promised herself that she'd never wake up again. She never wants to feel the breath of the world, pretending it's not there, wheezing on her exposed back ever again.

Let me shatter, As I lay curled and dead inside myself. And so I reached far enough to almost touch you, you ripped my wings off. Savoring my blood, your lips touched my back. Just to taste it. Just to taste it. Breathe. Let me drown, As I lay outside myself. And so I stood petrified, Your acid clad fingers ran down my skin. Just to feel it. Just to feel it. Breathe. Let me decay, As I lay, not fully alive anymore, And so I pulled back my hands, You threw me to the rats and told them to eat. Just to love me. Just to love me. Breathe. ...This is love, right?