And It Steals Along On Black Wings . . .
The
Darkest
Angels
Will
Forever
Shine
The
Brightest
Light
*Autonomy*
oh god damn it i don't know what i want
hey, i don't know either
well, actually i do
but i know it won't happen, so i try to avoid it
cause by not knowing i'm in trouble but innocent
but it doesn't work, and i'm left hurting worse than before
i never knew my sweet dear of a friend was so angry inside
it's happier than it sounds
oh god this is depressing
but it is good good good
but they're not meant to be
*Echo*
Beautiful
Shimmery
Dancing
Fake
Dangerous
And Oh So Real
It's Like Cocaine Sparking Through Your Mind
It's Dangerous And Terrible
And It Must Stop
And Oh It Can Never Stop
It's Never Ended
And It Will Never Be Begun
Dragging Pulling Lifting And Exhalting
The Most Terrible Dangerous Angel Is The One We Cannot Live Without
And It Steals Along On Black Wings. . .
Life or Something Like It
- faeries
- long nights alone
- to be shown something that i've not seen . . . something infinitly interesting
- 3 AM meals at Denny's with one's close at heart
- the uplifting of the soul through music
- children with wide beautiful eyes
- sparkling poetry
- the taste grape juice leaves on your tongue
- the tight burnt feeling of Listerine
- standing next to the one you love
- remaining an unknown
- and loving it
- depression
- the quick roll of foreign words off my tongue
- sunsets from behind palm trees
- cool water and scorching sand
- wind rushing by as i fly down a mountain, attached only to my snowboard and my dreams
- the thrill of something new
- the terror of change and of new beginnings
- oh the possibilities
- a new book from the author you worship
- the warm wet centipede smell after a rainshower
- not knowing who i am, and not wanting, but being content that somewhere out there i am, and that i will one day be whole
- autonomy
Hey Pretty
True, I talk of dreams.
The True Life of the Dead
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