Somewhere within These illicit words Is an addiction Strung out On hope Stained With screams Of regret Colored With mortal decay Left thirsty Stripped To
Her father looked over the mess she had made. She could tell by the look on his face he was disappointed. She hated that look.
I can hold you In my arms And tell you All the lies You’ve been longing To hear And mean Every word I say Because
“There was this kid I knew growing up-” “You are welcome to talk about whatever it is you want, but I was hoping we could
It’s too late For the light to change These adornments Permanent Fixed to the existential Crisis of the moment We find it better To run
If I could have seen Known this, years before When I had nothing No color, only sound Echoing throughout, between Innocence in the past tense