itll fill you with confidence and leave you with no time
the trouble with getting out is where would you go
this wall is too hard to stand up against
and i find myself falling deeper in this trap
running towards nothing isnt scary when you dont have a better plan



//edit: this jacket is so warm
im still not ready to leave
time is still gone
maybe we are too

there should be swings by the sea
id go and kick my thoughts around in the sand
and maybe if youre lucky the tide will wash you away
and ill sit on the swing and not move
and hear you from the echoes that whisper so loudly
at bay
the ocean holds all the secrets
youll be the last

lights.
lights.
lights.
im home.

what are you when youre not around? ----oooooooof everything that you could be, you chose to sit there and melt in the sun with that circle skirt too see-through to make a point.

pulsing at your own rate when will you stop

//edit: coming through the door unannounced-too much stress makes your footsteps louder
wanting to go back to yesterday starting tomorrow

you are a ghost representing all misfortune and misguidance// youve become a part of this spiral
that descends into sheer nothingness. black eyes seek black places and the only outcome is a room stenching of black souls. feed into it and maybe you'll live but you'll probably die if you make it out alive.

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tristful in your ways -- you could fit in my puzzle but only sometimes.