kickinglovers

Keep my eyes from the suffering.


Did you keep your eyes open to see the days you had lost? The millions of hours your young heart would never feel.
A black beatless bloody pulp, tormented by stature.
Nothing but silence for you now.
A cautious throw into the wind, wherein lies nothing but death.
Misled to anonimity, we suffer alone.
The silence a burden.

The shooting pain like stars.




.xo


I don't know what I'm looking for,
I just do. I never knew what to search for,
I did. I tried a moment harder and
it all just slipped away.

I had passion. We.
Maybe that's why I am so tormented.
Passion is addicted,
the measure is increased.