Getting older

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