| Current mood: |  nostalgic |
| Current music: | My Chemical Romance - Drowing Lessons |
[Insert random but meaningful title here]
These battered walls and shattered windows,
will both scream a story at charcoaled epiphanies.
A melodic serenade to remind the inanamiate,
of their origin and their descent.
Let me whisper lyrics to this awkward song,
in hopes of a breaking the awkward silence.
-In hopes of separating love from aspersion.
Let's swim backward through tears and apologies,
and run against the ocean currents-
-I challenge these vitriolic days to a battle of wits,
and stare them in the face,
grasping nostalgia in my fist.
-Days of petulance; days where the past gets no revival.
The broken angels haunt daydreams,
and twist my wishes inside out.
-I wish things were how they were.
-They sprinkle my hopes,
over charred fields of snow like pixie dust,
and pull my halo down over my eyes.
A smile is only a fused group of tears,
turned inside out.
-All there needs to be,
is an ear to listen to me breathe.
-Overdosing on oxygen,
and drawing faint stick figures like times from youth.
-Laying on circular portraits of angels,
that once stole me from doubt.
-Rescued me from question and the shallows.
The paint of the oval portraits,
now runs like streams over a flame,
as they inhale sulfur and feel a spark.
...Tell me why hope is so empty...
{stel tsuj ekam ti eht yaw ti desu ot eb}
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