|Current mood:||falling from fame and fortune|
|Current music:||jay-z and dj dangermouse - public service announcement|
the night cries for the likes of you. tears taste of red and the mess you've become. pry your lips off this glass before it shatters. it's still stained from the last time. you dream of the day you can make excuses like this. you see her but feel another while still wanting more. chaos sinking into my skin. discovery blending with my dreams. despair bleeding out onto the canvas. slowly covering my last dying thought. soaking through my last line of defense. it's almost over now. can you taste it?
agradecidas. lost in translation. end of winter quarter. road trips in the summertime.