hahaha and blahblahblah

so you'd think it all make sense, when the winsome returns

but all i see is what i can't be, and it burns so much it hurts.

i'm cold and want to be held, so i put on nostalgia

i want and grab at broken cisterns, but i'm never satisfied.

ruin my day with wasted pixels, hoping to see eyes

now they are here but all i can see are the tears that i have caused.

even if i haven't yet i will and i know that it will hurt

brush it off, but i can't

i'll pick at this scab till it turns red

and the blood slowly drips to the floor.

the wound will open and then i can pick out the part that kills.

hopefully tomorrow won't suck on my occasion,

i need to practice what i preach.

-Lnk-