my lips bleed
you're still kissing them
the bandages are falling apart
sanity thrown away from my head
into my heart
my hands are inked with chaos
why are you holding them?
dont you know im no good for you baby
my soul is a run away beast
however you're still devoted in honor of my sweetness
The innocents, they are lured in
like moth to a light
attracted to its unknown downfall
then day by day
regrets start illustrating their unborn touches
rage settles by dawn
frustration amidst sunset
im not ready to utterly let go yet
ruin me with one last touch
breathe me in once again
the half breathes
the crescents
the promising daylight
they would be more beautiful if they were shattered
in replica of
blood and skull
roses and thorns
enlightened and darkened
beautiful on the outside
deadly on the inside
just like me.