i'm a puss
sevensins
Posts: 887
every smile holds back tears cuz i know happyness is a illution. a marage in the dessert, a quick feeling of extacy before the knife is stabbed through my struggled attempts to try, my life has become a dramatic foil to my own self loathing, am i sopose to recegnise my own happyness as an illution, and wallow in sadness like some fallen junkie of love?
is my sadness real?
is it itself unaware of the caos that bestodes it?
my unwillingness to see that every ran drop holds nothing for me but exess and that what i really need is what makes me bleed like some old song used to tell me, i need a wound a scar to start a story, a story to be told by drinks in a local bar watering down my sin with a beverage not of my choice but rather a blend of baterial delights that tate delighfuly like that of witch loveloss spews, i need something perment, something clean, a love that doesnt recognise the fault lines of the simplicity between stares and sentenses.
hears to love
ad being loved
is my sadness real?
is it itself unaware of the caos that bestodes it?
my unwillingness to see that every ran drop holds nothing for me but exess and that what i really need is what makes me bleed like some old song used to tell me, i need a wound a scar to start a story, a story to be told by drinks in a local bar watering down my sin with a beverage not of my choice but rather a blend of baterial delights that tate delighfuly like that of witch loveloss spews, i need something perment, something clean, a love that doesnt recognise the fault lines of the simplicity between stares and sentenses.
hears to love
ad being loved
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