The confusing blood I bleed everyday and the tears I cry with a smile on my face will eventually kill me with joy, as I shall descend upon the pedestal once more, may it be better than the last time. So, scream and hug me all you want, I'm not sure if I will feel a thing, all I know is that I'm sad for being happy and I will gorf my organs out and tell the world how beautiful this is as my eyes shine like the sun itself, my lips will widen as they move and I shall feast on their fear.
Oh, yes, the beauty in catastrophe! A tale as old as me, wouldn't it be the story of my life? So pretty this vision I had, can never touch it although I rejoice everytime it flashes through my mind, and it falls once more, and once more, and once more and there goes the promise I have made. Broken smiles, torn words and dead eyes, somehow it still feels appropriate, almost like a flower that drinks too much water and dies of its own greediness. These chains hold me, tear my skin apart and rip my muscles out but the blood, sweat and tears are nothing compared to the emptiness I wish I felt.
Time to be a man, but I'm already late.
Shall I atone for everything I've done.
Leave me for dead.
The pain feels nice and the chill in the spine will soon arrive, may it bring some peace to my black heart.
(cover by: Gustavo Dore)
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A Piece of My Mind
Non-FictionThis is a compilation of loose introspective texts that you may or may not relate to!
