KnifeToAGunfight

Unfading beauty and equally amazing innocence held and felt beneath the tips of my fingers my only confidence, and equillibrium to the world now leaves a scar that will never fade, but I'm ok. Pain that was never supposed to be yours, paper memories, and whispers of the better days simply a much more complicated strife, but all was a much more beautiful mess to the both of us. Why does this mirror stare into me so often? I really don't like what it has to say gazing into the one thing I cant change, not even by breaking the glass in my face.. Is death really so beautiful all the time? Does it make it more so to watch something

The times are slowly leaving, Of comfort in this place, Remember not to look back, At a city burned to the ground. The days are soon coming, When we'll all be torn apart, All for the simple sake of Being restored. Sad and malignant, depressing in content Intentions that match, which no one should permit These eyes are worn.... What are we now, a self righteous subculture birds of prey to the bones of our mothers I want no more We watch the wine, flow through the cracks of Mainstreet as we think to ourselves, my God what a beautiful day. These are the days, the times that are coming , in which nothing will be heard, the abse