They say you can’t make it? Spit the blood out of your chapped lips, smile and hold the sword again. Murder them in cold blood and say you made it. Well, that’s how I do it. Don’t let the venom feast upon you One way or the other, you find an elixir. Be it a bad or a good way that you choose to walk in
Words dance on her callous fingertips All day long, playing unknown ballads Like Atlas herself, she holds up the myriad tales Upon her shoulders while they push her down to drown within the black waters She never minds it though When you love something, nothing ever becomes overbearing, no? ~ WAYWARD and IN LOVE
since i vacated my pillows and the right side of the bed, in exchange of filling yours, your smell lulls me to nightmares, the nightly replays of how your soft soft lips can utter as destructive as goodbye, there are songs i never understand the lyrics but the tune is enough, like how you whispered, too low, for human ears to hear (or maybe i refused to hear so) but i knew that sound, the unloading of memories in front of me like they weigh too much on your shoulders, the relief you finally said it, that's the tune of goodbye,
there are thousand ways you can leave, yet you chose to do it in a way i could notice the sound of your footsteps coming closer but the echoes bounce in invisible wall between us, you chose to do it in a way, that i could memorize the agonizing seconds of knowing it's the end, we're in a dead end, the strike of guilt, of confusion, of armalite of questions of doubts, when did he carry my love and not the other way around?
i died a thousand deaths and live for thousand and one times to mourn the thousand lives of mine that have died,
and i still do, i wake up everyday, with the sun still the same, yet i'm still not used to half empty bed, i am half amazed, that i live days untouched by you, yet i am half scared for i know this is the kind of withdrawal from an addiction that still hides starvation behind, and im like counting day by day like a countdown to an unknown event.