Baby, I cant help falling out of lust to live in this weird reality
It starts to consume my brain, but only strains my heart with coldness
Dark veins strain against her skin
Pale, translucent, paper thin and delicate
Skinny fingers clawed in monstrous shapes,
Brown spots from years that she cannot erase
Old enough to make right decisions, still too young to avoid choosing wrong ones
let ruin end here
let him find honey
where there was once a slaughter
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
Baby, I cannot help falling in love with you
I think I am done with 22, it is not that much fun