If I died And no one knew, I don’t know. And I am scared And everything hurts
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
star-struck because stars are fictional, heavenly things. but
Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
star-drunk child, foolish in your fear— announce your cries to the night, feel the heat of life
Muddled footsteps In the dirt, Wind in our ears, The sun Shrinks down beneath
Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
