The last I want to do
Is the first that I have done
Watching your eyes I know you're asking me
What have I become
Chained up and collared
for countless days
I'd give you your life back
But it's too late
It drills a hole in me
The fear's alive
I never dreamt this
There's nothing inside
I feel you rotting
I see your face
I call it beauty
I swear it's grace
But inside your gaze
It rips out my chest
It penetrates all that I am
It destroys the rest
I can see it's the end of the world














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In bathrooms and ballrooms, on dumpsters and heirlooms we bit our tongues; sucked our lips into our lungs 'til we were falling. Such was our calling.
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"i 'm starting to doubt your commitment to sparkle motion." - donnie darko
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Mystinen <3
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