Dying From LoveDying From LoveHis sweet words touched her heartNow it is bleeding and torn apartHis gentle touch as he held her handNow it is empty as a barren landHis tender kiss across her lipsIgnited something deep withinNow they are parched and dryCraving moisture that he would provideHe caressed her heart with his loveNow it is screaming from the painDying slowly as she cries in the rain
memoirsneon trees / weed / bad coffee:i threw that suicide VHS tape in the trash, becausei couldn't stuff it down my throat. either way,i think it's a pretty valuable lesson.the sunrise looks so pixelated from here. i guessgod didn't make the sky in 1080p after allbut that's what i've got leftor i could spend my life in the empty roomcomparing the gaps left by people who have diedand people who have walked away.-god texts me saying sorry about the sky. i'm just so tired. i tell her, it's okay. me too. what are next week's lottery numbers?to collect every pixel for new VIP heavenwould take every defibrillated heart and then some more.anyway, raphael sanzio didn't know shit about time: it's no thiefno bandit.time is every lost pixel compressed into one.-in the earth's teenage years, it threw out all its propheciesinto the ocean, and now we can neverget them back.