(Gibson Casian)-- We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner.".
Who said you could touch me?. You don't know I am so, you can not get close to me and I don't know who you are,. so just leave me alone.. I know you can't believe the anxiety you're causing me.
Every single notion burned indelibly. Every motion leaving scars behind. All sincere emotion received skeptically. With no preparation for. . Life, life.
I. I might. Seem a bit peculiar. A bit not right. For though. Though I try. I remain a stranger. Not of this time. . I swear I'm almost there. Though I've been wandering for days.
Can't accept me for what I am. They'll do whatever they fucking can to make life hell for me. Destroy what I believe. They don't give a shit what they do.
I can feel you waiting for me. When the sun retreats to the hills and I. Below the blanket of a burning sky. Wrap myself within. . Embraced by dead leaves.
They're coming around again. I've returned and they've been waiting. Their aged offerings received and returned. Passed through wet eyes. . I tremble as I feel them rolling in.
You've got your pretty face. You've got disarming eyes. You've got such social grace. I've got my pretty spies. I found you lost, misplaced. I loved that lovely guise.
we walk the streets. i'm out to get you. we bite. just a feast of gore and blood. we bite. carnivores live for pleasure. we bite. strike out like a wolf's endeavor.
If I had my way I'd wish them away. But I can't find the magic inside of me. I'll give my best, 'cause I can give no more. But your problems aren't solved so easily.
Could've been a soldier. But I march out of time. Could've been a lawyer. But can't tell a lie. Yeah. Could've been a stranger. Next to you in bed. Yeah.
.... Whoa Oh Oh, Whoa Oh Oh. Whoa Oh Oh, Whoa Oh Oh. Down here in my world there is no such thing as superheroes. Wrong and right in black and white made of ones and zeros.
I got it bad. You don't know how bad I got it. You got it easy. You don't know when you got it good. It's getting harder. Just keeping life and soul together.
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I'll take it by your side. Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide. I'll take it by your side.
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I'll take it by your side. Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide. I'll take it by your side.
Ooooohh. Ooooohh. Ooooohh. Ooooohh. . With your feet on the air and your head on the ground. You try this trick and spin it. Yeah (yeah). Your head will collapse.
Patience comes to the ugly, but not me.. Laughter comes to the lucky, but not me. People in my head that won't stop talking.. Nothing in my dream that isn't -.
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Today, I won't think of any sad things. Will not think of torture, or the rape of nature. Just today, I won't touch those sickening papers. Will just let myself get swept away by this beautiful day.
Withdrawn, muscles all tense. Nothing flows for the self-obsessed. Feel all washed up. . Restless, can't sit still. A mental state, or a physical ill.