em0-punk

I've always been holding you a little too tight never letting you go without a fight. in the dark, searching for my stolen light you're the reason I lie awake at night You know when you wake up, those dreams you get? try so hard to remember, but always seem to forget that good feeling you're left with, wasn't even that long here for a minute and in a moment it's gone leaving you tossing and turning, filled with vague memories sleepless nights figuring out real and make-believe it's just like that, I really can't see what makes you come back, could it be me? I ain't nothing too special, I know that for sure but you're my guardian

Many say that people look peaceful in death. Beautiful, serene, angelic, calm. A plethora of lovely words that, in my opinion, aren’t at all accurate. One simply uses one of these words to lighten up the fact that what the word is describing is "dead". No longer among the living. In a "better place". But there is no way that the body in front of me looked peaceful. Fake, maybe. Forced. Stiff. Unnatural. Peaceful? Not a chance. Heaven, Paradise, whatever you want to call it, all I know is that she's not here anymore. After the initial news was heard, a fluid discussion erupted, consolations were muttered, and the small living room was f

Even in a position where your life feels so obscure, at one moment, as if by some kind of forbidden fairytale enchantment, a person appears in your life and suddenly makes everything feel better than it once was. And what’s frightening about it is that it didn’t happen gradually. All at once, new, extraordinary epiphanies come rushing into your head, leaving your fingers tingling with a magical wonder. You’re filled with so much passion; you can’t help but radiate a smile, beaming at the sulky, craven faces of those who have not yet reached your enlightenment. Alas, if only I could realize what everyone else seems to alre

you won the battle of my heart the moment i saw you. the duel was only to reconfirm what i already knew. until you wore the token of another you galloped around the ring upon your noble steed the crowds were chanting her name, but then you left. and my hopes for a savior were dashed Now you reappear again, my knight in shining armor

She keeps hidden away, only talking when she needs to. Always deep in thought about things she thinks no one will understand. Afraid to be given the label she’s already given herself. To escape her complex life she listens to her music, which is why her iPod is always with her. She likes the way it feels in her hand, hundreds of songs, of emotions, at her fingertips. She scrolls down and finds a song that she thinks reflects her life and listens to it on repeat for hours, just to know that she’s the same as someone. So she knows she’s not alone.

I have nothing left within me in place of tears, blood flows from my eyes pouring out from the bleeding heart you make of me mimicking the every movement of your bleak black lies The chains spring up, twisted vines come alive passing through their inanimate boundaries bonding them to the earth, tugging and pulling down further despite the agonizing shrieks and groans, the voices echo, screaming out relentlessly to the world of the living speaking from the graveyard of the broken hearts plummeting into an abyss, when the world crashes down around them

my eyes have glazed over. focusing too hard on something too small. my entire life absorbed into that little detail opening a dirty window look out to the world from an opening in the rusting metal room that has always been so strong, impenatrable the rust, like a parasite has eaten away at the tough shiny exterior in which the pride resided leaving irregular fractures for confidence to leak out

Gargoyles stare intensely into the distance, mutely guarding the ancient church from long dead enemies. I put my hand on the splintery, cracked wooden door. Pushing it slightly, the decrepit door gave a ghostly sigh and creaked open. As I stepped in, I took a breath and instantly chocked on the stale air and pungent, stinging odor of rotted flesh emanating from the catacombs in the far-left corner. Stagnant puddles of water remained, gathering in the crevice of the ancient stone floor from previous years of flooding. Cobwebs were hanging from every corner of the long forgotten church. Maybe it was the trick of the light, but a shadow darted a

Why do I do this to myself? I know you’ll never feel the way I do about you But I can’t change the way I feel and nothing ever will people say:  “You can’t get over the first true love” and so far they’re right but I want to prove them wrong. I force myself to do some things I have never done before just to keep my mind off you feel the rush of adrenaline cuz every time you get in my head makes me wish I were dead makes me want to sit and cry because you’re not here with me People won’t leave me alone They keep asking me why I’m writing so many songs What in my life is going wrong?

I remember the day you left as if it were yesterday only a simple good-bye I didn’t want to let you go I wasn’t ready but I still watched you walk away not looking back once I guess that’s ok didn’t want you to see my cry anyways What kills me the most was that simple good-bye I don’t know why must’ve been crazy, out of my mind I didn’t tell you earlier not to go I’m so sorry, now I’m too late and this is all I can do to compensate The only thing we know about life Is that things don’t always go as planned I wish I had a little more time to tell you everything in a way y