there's a recoil always when you fire that gun

and i forgot what i came for

yesterday
all my troubles seemed so far away

now i'm wondering why i gave a damn anyway

the words i ate

the storm in my head
that i cant placate
what was done, and has been said
and the nights spend lying in bed

alone, afraid
of an ending i cant create
of a fire i cant sedate
and of the hollowness which fixates

a frozen lake this love, cold frigid stare will skate around me, 'in my heart she left a hole'

i dont want to know

the magic and the misery

they won't get the best of you

she won't get the best of me

wont be there when you call

tough luck
hard fuck

blank nights
cold lights

why do we have two of these blogs? what's the history? i don't remember

the story cut short

how can you break the shackles
of pressure to be someone youre not

how can you be yourself
if theres still a part of you that shes got

how can you pursue passion
and not get engulfed in flames

how can you live again
when all thats lost still remains