giving a title to your dying day- everyday.

sick and twisted and screaming. can't hold on to this. feeling like your only option is to send yourself flying out a window. want you to know how many times it's come down to love and leave. how simple is it for the world to walk away. they all face toward the sunrise as you walk into the sunset. never seeing the dawn of a new day. reality closes in too quick for the walking wounded. this constant prayer begging for an answer has gotten nothing. ignored. when you can't stand to be alone, lonliness is obviously the worst thought. can't stand to live it day to day. phantom scents bring the clearest memories. send molten honey down my throat, through my limbs. its you, breaking through. if i don't surrender to this- well i'll just promise to make it through the night.



no backbone.
to worn out to remember how or why.