before your afterlife you choose to be your own type of fire that could both keep you warm and torture you tonight
do I look like summer to you?
do I look like something to prove?
I don’t look like summer anymore
I fell,
you score
-s’s.
-s's.
tears stream out eyes into the pacific, sweet in a saltwater company white and blue in an ocean scenic, in peculiar harmony
-s's.
I say what I say
I like whatever I see you say, whatever has been coming out still
still I paid in full
debt, death, or rent annulled
I can bring down anything, you don't concern me
you don't concern me
don’t hand me my deeds
-s’s.
That is my problem
I cannot burn like you do
If I were to alight
I would roar as a star across space and time
Bending light and burning bright
Sending ripples through time
Devouring all in sight
Vigilanti Inkheart
my songs are going to come true
and one by one, each one of you, too,
Try to relinquish my thoughts, but what would that do?
a songstress with something on her mind,
and nothing to fall on top of behind,
trying to patch things that never were, or never was
doesn't matter if it never takes off
because all of this will always be enough.
if you ever were the real deal
Then I would have known it by now
Your nightmare, it will haunt
Never seemed like me, never indeed
one lifeless dream, one breath ceased, empty
they used to say don't go spiraling down the hole. now I am here corrupted sweetly, my own soul -s's.