Tomorrow I'll stand tall again
Whispering in shades of pink, it makes me nauseous
 I want nothing more than to believe in some sort of reality
All I see is frailty
 Fucked and inconclusive, we breathe. we wait
For an inevitable conclusion
Our first distinct decision
We wonder
why.
A lie has begun the birth and continuation of another premeditated revelation.
Lets call it indemnity

I saw perfection when I was 1
I'll never hope to again.

An idea might save me
..god?
We've lived and died
For every sin man made
And again, will bleed

I'm so fucking tired
I never want to see another face, another look
Anything
I want to sleep
not yet,
run into me...

Its only
Your veins trying to breathe
Saturate the earth with your bliss
Kiss me.

Believe..
In the birth of an idea..
and yet another inevitable disaster.

I'm a sorry piece of shit
As are you.

But we can pretend to be something.

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