Burning OutHow many times have I been here?Burning Out
Burned out in an amber blaze of makeshift glory, ashes spread in a cosmic reminder of my own failures, and yet I believe I've left breadcrumbs but they've all but forgotten me now.
There's no easy way to breathe in a vaccuum. There's no sturdy answer in space. There's no way to get away from myself. There's no spark left in me.
And to the frame I've tethered myself to all these years, and to the support I've all but thrown away, and to the anchors, the gravities,
the spider
Titles Are For Suckers.Sometimes I wish I could be free, freed of the things that make me... me. From the constant weight of all this regret, from these worn out eyes that won't forget. I want to breathe, but the air is too thick,Titles Are For Suckers.
I want to live, but I feel so.. sick.
Sometimes I wish I could run away, Away from cold nights and from long days. From the pressure of a dark mentaily,
From the push and pull of my own duality. I want to hold on, but it's a slippery slope. I want to stand tall, but I can't cope.
Sometimes I wish I could lay down and give in, Give in to the strug
TricksTrying hands pull a smile from thin air And just as easily, it disappears-- Like magic.Tricks
I'm not quite big enough to hold this down but still, I strut on stage; face the crowd. Stage lights hanging; teasing, taunting Turning the crowd faceless, haunting. Shadows burst on stage Broken hearts fall from the sky-- Like magic!
My hands are shaking, but you don't care I toss my magic hat into the air And I'm not quite sure what I'm doing, but it must be convincing Because you're smiling and clapping I have awkward posture but you're...laughing. &n
FixatedDim.Fixated
The faint whisper of candlelight illuminated the darkness with a dull glow, flickering shadows against the walls. Not a sound could be heard aside from labored breathing and the creaking of the strained hotel mattress, its springs screaming out as the two bodies laid into them with no intention of moving. She lay virtually helpless beneath him, an arm on either side of her to prop himself up on the bed. Any other time, she would’ve smiled just watching his face; his perfect eyes glancing down at her with the softest gaze she’d ever seen…
This time, however, his face was completely obscured, except
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Awesome stuff. <3
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"We can't run, we can't fight, what other choice do we have?"
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