fall children
never felt more myself when pretending to be somebody else. smashing pumpkins and watching the guts fly. carving your name into every face. the seasons arent changing like theyre supposed to but i can still see time falling off of every leaf.mustve picked trick- the jokes on me. cobwebs and whispers tangled in the light - hanging off every bated breath. dead boys cant sleep and ghosts can never come back to life (but is it really living if its not with you?). souls in disguise- paint my heart red and mimic the beat. rip the wings off my back and catch me when i fall - halo is skewed on my head. living like the dead. wrote your name into my tombstone. married to the rings under my eyes (all work no play dull boys ripping their hearts out). october hues pennis down the drain.
16 stitches and a metallic pin- birds pecking at the seams of my body. feeling the chill in my bones - you mustve walked over my grave. tis the season.
really feeling the halloween spirit(s). haunted by half forgotten memories and pumpkin flavoured regrets. c xoxo