Current Residence: shores of california.|
Favourite genre of music: positive alternative.
Skin of choice: my own.
Favourite cartoon character: Zuko. bwahaha.
It's night.Red, orange, yellow, grey.It's night. by Mortalhood
The wind, visible in the flames, screams past.
It pushes past me and
close my eyes, block the sight out.
Concentrate, block the sound out.
The smell won't go away, and it doesn't
smell like a friendly campfire.
The nostalgic campfire that I so desperately
it to be. It smells like fear. Like empty words.
An apology someone makes you say
just so they can sleep at night.
A rushed lullaby someone mumbles
ease the baby's wail. To ease that someone's mind.
My eyes open and the scene hasn't changed.
The people continue to run. The house continues to
And I continue to stare. I continue to imagine.
it doesn't hurt me.it's with shaking handsit doesn't hurt me. by Upthendown
that i'll dig through
veins and tendons
to reach the bullet that's
heavy with the weight of our
i like the way it shines against
the crimson of my dripping fingers.
with trembling legs
i'll run the infinite distance.
i can never see the end and
i'm growing tired.
the ground under my buckling limbs
is the only thing that's comforted me
since my mind became this neverending
blurred vision, your mangled body,
my bloody hands.
it's under the shadow of my
that i'll break my legs. the
cracks and snaps won't make me
look away from you as you watch
with your hooded eyes.
i'll tear my bones from my body so it
isn't because of my cowardice
that i'm not running.
i like the way my skin parts in shreds to reveal
the bone, and how it
glints under the streetlight.
i've kept that bullet that I dug with my
fingers from your body.
you were the first thing I saw, from
the eyes of soul.
you'll be the last thing I see with this
skin that I'm sheddi