My ramblings....

K.

Fly your hopes to hell
Because you're bloodied on the ground

And I know that all you want to do is scream as loud as your lungs will allow
To grab the dirt in your fists and decompose in your tear stained body
All the wounds in your chest seem to do is fester

And you will break, you promise, you will break and break and break


I know, this is so crushing. I know I know I know.
You will find it there. For one so enraptured with with this bitter demise, how could you not?
It is brilliant, I promise you. Oh and it is drenched in agony.
But it something solid. It is truth. It is clarity. It Is You.

My heart aches for you.

You are beautiful.

You will find beauty.

posted by Unknown @ 9:06 PM