in my reflection i see my lips are bruised bright red
blaring in the mirror like i'm staring at some song
something deeply rooted cries 'savage' in my head
but if magic makes its way to me, how the hell can it be wrong?
so i'll set a blazing fire to the dusty philosophies
watch them burn away with all my old pretensions
rip the ribbons, smash the trophies
i'll find freedom in this religion
in my madness, i'm the monster
let them stow away and see
they say distance makes the heart grow fonder
and you're a monster just like me
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
