ily poetry so fucking much

An angels whos wing have been clipped, and covered in flith. devoid of any life falling to the deepest pits of hell thy may scream and beg and plead, But thy shall never be taken back.

Body Body Body, why are you so cruel? Body Body, am I just a tool? Body Body, I hate you so Body Body, why must you grow? Body Body, I give you what you ask, Body Body, why must I mask? Body Body, my feet are aching Body Body, why are you changing

She is my sun I am her moon We are one, Yet we are separate. We She is summer I am winter We are opposite Yet we are A pair She is the flowers While i am the grave She is the bird I am the cage I am the dust She is the shelf I need her; she needs herself

In twilight's hush, where shadows play I wander lost, with no direction's sway A leaf on wind, without a home A fleeting thought, soon to be overthrown The world, a cruel and heartless sea That beckons me to succumb to its anonymity A faceless crowd, a faceless me A drop of rain, lost in eternity My heart, a heavy, aching stone That weights me down, forever to atone For the mistakes, the regrets, the pain That festers still, like an open wound in vain In this desolate land, I search for peace A fleeting respite, a moment's release But like a mirage, it vanishes from sight Leaving me to wander, lost in endless night

Put a gun to my head, and ill pretend. Oh darling you should know, im already dead.