the curse

driving down the road, feeling my heart slowly slink out of my chest. to be the soul that cures another. to be cured in return. you ruin me over things that never existed. after all this turmoil felt only by me and making up tragedies to some how loosely fit the music, i know it could never be you. it hurts too much to wait here, but endurance is all i've mastered at this point. you've got me. asking to be fucked up by something true, rather than just whats fucked up in my mind. the only comfort i can manage is knowing that somewhere you're moving.

I don't need anymore animation than that divine truth.