waterbased
was it ever so peacefull as the begining?
i fall from the nebula mayora in hopes of a better sky
tears penetrate the forming of my eyes
i open them to see chaos within myself
on my knees and crumbling in front of the mirror
it reflects the eclectical feeling deep at my core
the need to feel alive as i concentrate on not falling from the prime of my beauty
soft and tender skin with rotting maggots of stardust lying on my end
if i were to tell you im waiting for something
it would be all a lie
im rushing burocracy so as not to keep on wasting enchantment
goodbye suffering soul
