I've got a girl in the war Paul, her eyes are like champagne...
sparkle, bubble over, in the morning all you've got is rain"
Hey Kids,
This is just some emo crap, now available with lyric subtitles....
Ignore this entry.
There's an inner space where a monster lives.
With every minute I rejoice and cheer and live, it sneaks about playing tricks on me.
"I have a demon for a wife, he delights in your pretty face and he hates my life,
takes notes on how to provoke past grief, makes my teeth decay with the last of my self belief."
A twinge in the pit of my stomach.
Do you miss me when I'm gone? Do you miss me like I miss you?
Have you even thought about me since the last time....
"She would never say that flat out she don't want me, 'cause I would never say that halfway ain't enough"
Tears well up on the corner of St. Matthews and Empress, the sound rising in my ears, the blur of the horizon.
"It's in the blood, I met my love before I was born, She wanted love, I taste of blood, she bit my lip and drank my war from years before.."
Why try so hard, why force it? Is there a place for so much of this in this vast empty vacuum, words tossed on an ocean of cliched miss-meanings. It feels like there's nothing but the few moments, and it doesn't make up for avoiding passing on the truth when it steps close. Being hit by lightning.
"Peter said to Paul you've gotta rock yourself a little harder, pretend the dove from above is a dragon and your feet are on fire"
Piles and piles of envelopes fly out of my chest in a million directions, beating their wings like a thousand humming birds, fighting the wind. They're all sealed with kisses untasted. With love so strong, too new to be seen as sincere. As each minute ticks by, the blinks of a hundred eyes turn away from me, and the hands on the clock all point to the place where the blood runs, long and soft and real in the reflected light of our lady the moon.
"ain't it so weird, how it makes you a weapon...never turn your back on it again"
Fist through a wall in my daydreams, frustration with myself and it. I am soaked in it. Awash in the sound of miles and miles of you. Each breath tastes like honey, the way I said it, and wrote it, and sing it. Each movement is an opening of arms, leaving the chest uncovered, the self unprotected to swallow the bullets like rain.
"started as a whisper, slowly turned into a scream..."
Shudder. A sprinkling of salt up my spine to tease the skin that longs for it, every minute of every day. When is the moment where things cool? Where everything settles the way the storm did? Where everything settles the way the pain did? Each moment, it builds curses on the foundations of the shallow confidence barely won in the war.
I don't care anymore.
I wish that were true.
And I don't.
Until Next Time,
I'm Ktwilight.
Hey Kids,
This is just some emo crap, now available with lyric subtitles....
Ignore this entry.
There's an inner space where a monster lives.
With every minute I rejoice and cheer and live, it sneaks about playing tricks on me.
"I have a demon for a wife, he delights in your pretty face and he hates my life,
takes notes on how to provoke past grief, makes my teeth decay with the last of my self belief."
A twinge in the pit of my stomach.
Do you miss me when I'm gone? Do you miss me like I miss you?
Have you even thought about me since the last time....
"She would never say that flat out she don't want me, 'cause I would never say that halfway ain't enough"
Tears well up on the corner of St. Matthews and Empress, the sound rising in my ears, the blur of the horizon.
"It's in the blood, I met my love before I was born, She wanted love, I taste of blood, she bit my lip and drank my war from years before.."
Why try so hard, why force it? Is there a place for so much of this in this vast empty vacuum, words tossed on an ocean of cliched miss-meanings. It feels like there's nothing but the few moments, and it doesn't make up for avoiding passing on the truth when it steps close. Being hit by lightning.
"Peter said to Paul you've gotta rock yourself a little harder, pretend the dove from above is a dragon and your feet are on fire"
Piles and piles of envelopes fly out of my chest in a million directions, beating their wings like a thousand humming birds, fighting the wind. They're all sealed with kisses untasted. With love so strong, too new to be seen as sincere. As each minute ticks by, the blinks of a hundred eyes turn away from me, and the hands on the clock all point to the place where the blood runs, long and soft and real in the reflected light of our lady the moon.
"ain't it so weird, how it makes you a weapon...never turn your back on it again"
Fist through a wall in my daydreams, frustration with myself and it. I am soaked in it. Awash in the sound of miles and miles of you. Each breath tastes like honey, the way I said it, and wrote it, and sing it. Each movement is an opening of arms, leaving the chest uncovered, the self unprotected to swallow the bullets like rain.
"started as a whisper, slowly turned into a scream..."
Shudder. A sprinkling of salt up my spine to tease the skin that longs for it, every minute of every day. When is the moment where things cool? Where everything settles the way the storm did? Where everything settles the way the pain did? Each moment, it builds curses on the foundations of the shallow confidence barely won in the war.
I don't care anymore.
I wish that were true.
And I don't.
Until Next Time,
I'm Ktwilight.