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split legs on bed frames, every inch of skin undone until a stillness in their eyes becomes, words just drift into noise when you bury your lust in the sheets. cut off hope like a cancer and sweat out your youth like a fever. you just it makes the music sound better with a head full of junk but one look in the mirror, you seem colder than you did last year, one look in the mirror, these eyes don't shine like they once did. you hide behind the walls you built, made with powder and glass. this ain't a phase, it's a heaven or it's an escape, with each line you ascend and you're not ever coming down. we're all just fiends and failures. you stumble the streets with a head full of toxic and teeth stained with cheap alcohol and you don't want to sleep alone, no. you'll let yourself get fucked by any compliment and fall in love when told you look pretty. the dream that you want to see, it can never be achieved 'cause the hope that you poured in, it's never coming back and any innocence you had, it ain't ever coming back.

See it in the stillness of my eyes and feel it from the look of my cold gaze, I couldn’t face to see you like I did back in july. Now I am the bastard son, born from liars dedicated to no one, I am the bastard, I’ve made my bed and I’ll be sure to sleep in it. Spit in the face of it and tell it to fear you. Keep drying all these lakes that we’ve basked in, fill the void with an ocean to drown in. This isn’t a sin that you can just wash your hands of. Keep treading with the weight of the world, feel your knees jar as your feet touch the dirt. The strings that hold you are just letting you down. Kept close: beloved and I never said that I was cool with this. You stick like a lump in throat, kept on the inside and just growing from there. I’ll never bury my head in the sand that you spilled and I’ll never lay it there.

silence and winter breath comes oh so naturally to me, it's not enough to say that you'll tame my tongue because there's still a heart beneath. Sometimes misery hates company. I've been here for days and nothing comes to fill this page, but I've felt love and I've seen a sun rise on darker days. I'll never stop, but I'll lack the hope behind our fathers' guns. We fail amidst our fathers' guns, our hope, behind our fathers' guns. All my roots they combine giving comfort on this line in a place that I don't understand, all this winter I consume with a spring that never blooms, in a place that I don't understand.