2-11-17
You cannot spell diamond without die,
I'm circulating through my own bloodstream-
I'm inside out.
It all looks so pretty,
I watch it sparkle,
But I only wish to destroy.
My inner workings set fire
So I retreated.
Nobody touches me,
I've got knives for skin,
The blades point every direction
But these highway signs just say stop
And I'm so fucking done for.
Flash red
Flash red,
See me on your ceiling,
Get high
Get high
We live for the feeling
Nothing's wrong
Nothing's wrong
Make them believe we're healing
But I'm a junkie on death
And satan's always dealing.
Pain is a pleasure
When nothing that sparkles
Ever lasts.
The only thing solid
Sinks me
Like a brick.
The pigment soaks through and through,
Decay paints across my body,
Label me, I don't care-
You're all I've got lately.
It darkens me,
And darkens me,
Until I'm not made of diamonds in my eyes
And light in my teeth.
I've become the truth,
And it's blissfully awakening me.
I'm in love with destruction.
I'll destroy everything I touch,
I couldn't change if I tried-
It's far too late.
I've cut and bled and I've chopped and I've burnt it all down,
I'm the last empire to fall.
I hope diamonds rise from these ashes,
I hope you catch the light
In these charcoal tragedies
When I'm gone.
⁃ (m.m)
Diemonds // $uicideboy$
^ title credit lol
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