When screaming only echoes. . .
If there was ever a time to feel like the was no light at the end of the tunnel, that time would be yesterday. It always happened yesterday. Nothing will ever seem like its ever that important until there isnt much left to talk about.
Lets be real for a second and pretend that nothing ever happened, or that we never met. Is there ever any starting over, or should I just keep inside until it festers and dies. This is just a testament of how much things seem real and that I am still alive.
I almost forgot what it felt like to be alive, until I was cut, broken and bleeding. Now im just picking at a scab like an unrelenting 8 year with a taste for pain. Im alive, again. Or am i just dying inside.
There is no letting go, just moving away from what hurts the most. . .
-Archangel
Lets be real for a second and pretend that nothing ever happened, or that we never met. Is there ever any starting over, or should I just keep inside until it festers and dies. This is just a testament of how much things seem real and that I am still alive.
I almost forgot what it felt like to be alive, until I was cut, broken and bleeding. Now im just picking at a scab like an unrelenting 8 year with a taste for pain. Im alive, again. Or am i just dying inside.
There is no letting go, just moving away from what hurts the most. . .
-Archangel