Progression Of Happiness And Pain
something like a star you sparkle,
so far away
buried in the blackness of my dreams
broken hands reach through the emptiness,
for your death
piercing sunlight fades into screams
lost and drowning in this miasma
feeling the loss of your loss and your lies
tendrils fall and wrap around all
all that is real...
the dark caress of eyeliner
make sure you look beautiful, Death-
-hates the obscene
keep the knives close, knowing what you've become
what are you doing now my ghost?
maybe tracing scars...
looking at your reflection and wondering if it's done?
some kind of memory to me, you are,
discardeed and bleeding
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