Forever an escalatorMotionless to floorless, I was feeling empty now I'm all for it There were cracks in the earth, sifting through the hurt, my lungs were dirt You were my persuasion to elation, like a river will flow, my confidence grows Praying in Russian roullettes, to fill this empty space in my head Click goes the trigger, bang goes the gun, flick through the pictures and its all goneForever an escalator
Hanging onto summer by just a splinter, the rest was an ongoing winter All the stormy nights, somber sights, heartsick declarations of human rights All mirth buried down to the Hades, A world never willing to change But y
ClosureIn the dark room developing my closure, Negatives remaining transparent, thieving composure, Polaroids taken to prove what we lose and win, Memories captured, beauty stolen, our breath reduces to nothing, Jewels pruned from the crown, wearing an eternal frown, This is the sound of losing all rounds,Closure
Not worth a pound elected from the cold hearted ground.
Its hope in a haystack, convention within a cancer, Flight within a rock or candycane within a lemon so sour, Sick of being sick in sentience, begging for acceptance, In the present I feel like an apprentice, under-qualified
This is MeInsecurity Killed The SheepInsecurity Killed The SheepInsecurity Killed The Sheep
She ablated her heart on her sleeve, as if it was an open book for everyone to read He plastered his defect on fifty foot posters, to never bring real love any closer Chinks in the armour left the once bewitching vision of silver,
to the rust tainted muse of a sepia shaded pilfer.
A bad skin complexion kills no affection, rosey red flaws spiralling into shallow inperfection Todays bitter standards leading to a life abandoned, in unripened life you'll feel stranded Trapsing back fourth the path of naivity with cold feet, one day it will become clear, you'll be
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I'm the root of all that's evil, yea but you can call me Cookie.
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Sweet mists on golden leaves,
Starlit skies, dew-rich slopes
Thick summer sward, heavy harvest bough
Winter's reward.
Autumn Hills.
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Book eh? I haven't worked on my story at all in weeks.
Really should.
Boooop. x
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