“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting”.

24
Jun 13
 

This is the film

close to the third act and the misery

this isn't rain

you rapist werewolves

this is god pissing down on you

Don't worry,

you won't die alone

I'll break off my own arms and

sharpen my bones and

stab you once for each time

I thought of you,

trying to take something

you'll never be good enough

to even look upon

 

it's better to push something when it's slipping

than to risk being dragged down

 

If you want to hit bottom

don't bother taking me with you

and I won't answer if you call

I'm two heartbeats ahead in hell

trying to break your fall

 

this isn't a mob,

I won't need to change

to change the names

everyone around you has murdered

someone's something sacred

there isn't one nail without dirt under it

there isn't any "white cotton panties"

that aren't soaked and stained red

 

it's better to push something when it's slipping

than to risk being dragged down

 

If you want to hit bottom

don't bother taking me with you

and I won't answer if you call

I'm two heartbeats ahead in hell

trying to break your fall

 

into the fire

 

Lyrics by M.M./Letra da autoria de M.M.


publicado por Ligeia Noire às 15:05

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