breathe air, beyond repair.

I've got flowers in my lungs, watered by the fluids injected into my veins. blooming in its own internal garden, steal the lyrics to my previous songs. this isn't where it belongs. mind spinning, body connected to the lines that intertwine time. needle and spindle, aurora's finger pricked. princess picked, so delicate and fragile. bones weak and breath heavy. blood fleeing my external soul, outside my body like a oxygen pole. writing a song and staying up 24 hours, I can't sleep like a princess, I'm just feel this ongoing stiffness. tight within my chest, heart beating fast at best. test, like you'll ever find the answers. search your whole life and all you'll find is the dancers to the dangers of life. tied up and chained, like a prisoner in your own body. hooked up just to survive. can't thrive or do anything beyond compare, your not special your just beyond repair. walk up each stair one at a time, I'm not going to heaven I'm in sublime. It's not good and it's not bad, it's just a little sad. forget me, waste of breath. I will long for the moment until my death.