scorp

It's withering flowers unique numb gloss, it's what dies inside of us while we live

before you tear it apart...

We all sit on a throne of lies.

Oh, midnight sun, single heart in the trees, Magical touch, unfound, as the woods stays asleep.

It is a dark world. It is an unfair joke. But it is a world I live in. A world I cannot escape.

This is so terrible. Ugh...

I could barely hear the rain over the thundering of my heart.

He fought hard, and he came back. Nothing was waiting for him.

When we fall asleep, where do we go?

He didn't move that piece. So now the question was, who did?

Talks about love, tragedy, and how the past can always haunt you.

And I feel like since my life has been so easygoing so far, I don't need to pay with stress, but with guilt.