Gh∆st

stop lurking, stop caring, stop living

If art is held with honesty, then why does lie come naturally? Our books are filled with failed plots and not the endings that we want.

You look like your mother, in that thin disguise,
Your parting mouth, your shutting eyes,
And the way that you hate me, and the length of your hair,
It’s the reason I made you, it’s the bond that we share,
You see we’re all trying to endure,
You could easily go and make your own life somewhere couldn’t you?

I have no anchor to hold me to the earth. I am just drifting through the sea, swimming in no apparent direction, grabbing a hold of anything I can to stay afloat whether that be a trash or toxic canisters. 

And this girl that I met, her pride makes her hard to forget, she took pity on me horizontally.

I dont know

I miss the crazy

I know that you’re half crazy, but I don’t really care.

You see what you want to see. It’s your choice to see the truth or this false perception of reality

The Secretary of War has passed; her successor must lead the lonelies to victory. 

Addicts are sucking drug dealers’ dicks for coke, while the hopeless are sucking on God’s dick for hope.

Jut because the actors have not been changed, doesn’t mean a sequel will turn out the same.

As the Desert sun rises above my head,
The shade of the rocks it slowly creeps away. 
As the morning rays beam down and begin to cook my bed,
I rejoice for the heat, I rejoice for the heat of the day.

The poison i drank it seeps out in my sweat,
bitten by that liquid snake that makes so many heads spin,
Masochism at it’s best will my body ever rest before the end?
No I don’t think so, No I will rest when I’m dead.

but No I won’t go alone,
Yeah you are coming with me back home.
No I won’t go alone,
Inhale that fire to your throat, and just let that lava flow all the way until we get home.

The noose that has ahold of you just waiting for you trip,
Hiding in the shadows looking for any chance it can get,
It’s what awakes you in the night, holding you in it’s arms so tight and makes you wish,
you never had life at all because you are so scared to take it.

Our moods swing like the branches in the wind,
Dried out and crippled sworn to this life of sin,
Dead on the inside but somehow still standing,
Just two hollow corpses waiting for this to end.

but No I won’t go alone,
Yeah you are coming with me back home.
No I won’t go alone,
Inhale that fire to your throat, and just let that lava flow all the way until we get home. 

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We will either be okay, or we will drift off into the dark from the spikes in our veins, which is okay too.