thisisallwrong

and who would've thought bleeding tears was quite so beautiful?
when you see this piece of flesh quite so pitiful?
how can i stand before you and say that i'm a man,
when my life slips through the hourglass, like a grain of sand?

these thougths of perfection, dance inside my head, but i know that beauty is in death.

and how many days can i let slip by before it was my life?
and how many moments can i lay to rest before it was the best?
suffocating my waking dreams
choking on the imagery i've seen