nothing
more beautiful
it is for you to decide
what eats your time
running out
of place
I'm still cursed to wish
for the better
for the worst
for the life in you to be remade
into something great
but if you turn on yourself
don't let me get in your way
what a bad attitude to have
but baby we are too late
to ever escape that pain
I can't answer for it
I may only state it
but it still remains unexplained
but it still tasted like grace
but we still walk on to a lane
unable to maintain
the contact with pain
everything I grip too slips through my hands
like the sands
run from this plan
you will only see what we face
I hate to use we in this place
for I mean everything
contacting something heavy
2 heavy
drop your expectations nothing is the same
as it was yesterday
left my body every day
to return to this place
and all of its tangling falling
on my wrist
there is no escape
here is the only place
we breathe and say
every person has faith
but I am
quite delusional
holes in my chest from love at its best
I have to say that is perfect
but only when misused
lost to his name
lost to her pain
this is why I grip to death with hope
for some rest from everything
swimming in nothing
till I'm reborn as suffering
into my self
I walk
never knowing the time to talk
you wouldn't want to know what I bought
down the street
I got caught
but at the moment I saw
nothing but things to grip to
now I love it
the purity in pitch black
is matched by lights purity
they chase the other in spite
neither stoping to fight
just loving the purity
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