a little less dreamy, yours truely.
sober in agongy
they will cry when you lay down on the wet grass
and open the envelope that sealed your fate
its so hard to grasp
that your morals are low when your breathing turns slow
from the phony practiced excasty.
took your inocence made it to hard to capture, to lost, to late.
jaged
he must be wretched they think, while you are swimming in a closed pool of mistakes.
the devine sickness is weak, your weaker.
thats why so few are blessed in bliss.
whilst so you burn in sin
a dance with the boy next door leaves you sore.
he will forever be alone inside. a worthless person, this will be the demise, of the heart he never offered you to tear apart.
he should have wispered to you "this is so messed up"
he didnt,he remained filthy and depriving,thats what makes it sick to the touch
you will be alone momentarily, itll heal. like it always does. after the disgust and the feelings you cant get back. you gave part of yourself away. you fell from grace, and now your doomed to feel something less.
you are porceline vauled so much higher.
somewhere youll find a pashion so deep youll drown in the blood that weeps from your china heart.
but hell be forever alone inside. a worthless person. someone left better as a dream.