*　th͟e　𝓱ieᴿoꕀpha͜͡nt.

the train is coming with its shiny cars, with comfy seats and wheels of stars. so hush my little ones, have no fear. the man in the moon is the engineer.

to the sun, flying high and free.

when your sky dims, i will be there ... waiting ...

a faint, acrid smell clings to the corpse—— like the memory of a storm.

i'm asking you now to detest me. your loving is starting to depress me.

if you're heaven, then tell me. i will kneel to every god. if you're hell, then tell me. i will fill the earth with sin.

am i really living .ᐣ am i just alive .ᐣ

after all this time, my head's still a landmine when you're gone.

i still want you. i still miss you like a dog.

the sun was coming in at the window warm and bright; the orchard on the slope below the house was in a bridal flush of pink—white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of bees.

i just want to live my life.

a faint, acrid smell clings to the corpse—— like the memory of a storm.

in carnage, i bloom like a flower in the dawn.

when your sky dims, i will be there ... waiting ...

they prayin' for the death of a rockstar !

take a knee. i will show you power worthy of worship.

plenty of things are worse than a quick, clean death.

pain stabs my chest, and i wonder if a person's heart can really break. the word ‘brokenhearted’ had to come from somewhere.

and i love you like all—fire.

the moment our hearts shattered .ᐣ it belongs to us.