[adynamia]

87%

catorce/quattordici

So broken

Damaged

Mending isn't sustainable

Isolated;

Rejected

Traveling light on the onliest rails

Asphalt

Belied the truth of:

Lost souls

Our poor conditioned spirits

Laying on the bathroom floor;

Elizabeth told secrets because Peter held our keys:

Knifing

Homicide

Fell me

Give unto me;

Meaningless attention

Leave behind your mind

Consume my existence

Indulge in my nothingness:

But you stranded me by a hollow riverbed

And Peter crossed the wrong paths as I put on a disguise;

Apathetically prepared for burial

Your own funeral

No lights

You're allergic:

Lana met my ghosts