UnopenedI gave what I had for every hour. Emptying myself into the cup. Keeping satisfaction in her eyes. And on and on. I paid up. The cup overfloweth. She gave me pretty boxes that I left unopened faithfully. They were promises of a future. Promises that only I visited her bed. They were shiny ribbons on a decorated box with bricks and ash inside. And now I am skipping ahead, it's all I can do. Today I saw a horrible crash. She was sprawled out and bleeding oil and covered in glass that glittered in glory asUnopened
horrible things do. &n
The Death of a GirlHe forced the door open on the worst Winter day. He found her tangled in the comforter and spattered with blood. He held her. He held her until they pulled him off. It's so hard to forget. "Not that I'd want to." We all pretend that we don't want to. But, the death of a girl can unravel a man. Silhouette of reason running, always blurred by the distance. Yes, we know he couldn't have saved her, but we still lend hopefulness. We still hold her fragments in our hands. Lovely lives made and then broken. We still hold the fThe Death of a Girl
He Whispered EndlesslyThe Devil came to me last night in a dream. He whispered endlessly of trinkets; buttons, bottles and twine, and how the light left my skin when I managed to forget him.He Whispered Endlessly
You could have known, could have caged me here. You could have stopped me, could have imprisoned me in the spectrum of light. The colors and the glinting that spans across the feathers, maps, and magnifying glasses stuck to the wall.
How could you think I forgot?
I am the fuel and fire eating at your curtains and folded photographs. I am smold
You Should Have Kissed HerAn unworthy affair, She's got that 'monitor' stare. Yeah, her eyes are just a glowing disappointment.You Should Have Kissed Her
And according to the chain, You should have kissed her yesterday. But no, her hopes and all her dreams were just exploited.
Now she's buried in a blanket,
Doesn't look as though she'll make it. We might need another body bag for Sunday.
Is she giving us a sign? She's just that close, she may flat-line. Oh yeah, we'll need another body bag for sunday.
Eat Your Heart OutWe'll start with the basics, the plot.Eat Your Heart Out
The lead role? A guy in a knot. Supporting, a girl and a few bad habbits. We break on to the scene in a reverie. That girl, she's happy with make-believe. If the bruises are love, then life is the glove... And babe, he's the next O.J. Simpson. Now.. As a trainwreck, complete mess, Darling you're just marvelous. With your black eyes and bruises, Excuses are useless But stars and dreams just really aren't your colors... Now get up on that stage, Making minimum wage.
All
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(I'v been sleeping with ghosts)
This is the end of everything
goodbye my only
i hang my head and i give in
goodbye my everything
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I am where angels fear to tread.
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