Day 1

Pink sunset,

Drink it up, 

Drink it like violence or 

Chug it like tears

My temptation

Dirty mirror

Broken connection to my own horror

My reflection

Shattered glass

Rejection to my past 

I'm your grovel 

Your shadow

I'm the blurry background in your black and white photo

So shout your hope

Chant your prayers

For we need a little spark of hope in our forever

Kick off your fears and run

Let's go for a ride 

You are the sun and

I'm having so much fun

Pretending to be blunt 

Like the head of a nun

You are the road

And I'm not the shore

We're too busy watching 

The birds that are passing by

Intoxicated, dazed, jaded

Like a fashion victim stumbled on a cracked runway

Empty, clumsy, witty

You're not the one and only

Social Debauchery

Friday/25/Sept/2015

9:33 PM

We're still on the tip of our paradise,

and I can always hear your voice descending from my lips, 

Sinful thoughts, like apocalypse, arise,

I can already hear my name disintegrating from your grips.

I can barely notice if you're wasting me out, or wearing me well. 

The only thing that I feel is that I'm sentenced deep in your personal hell. 

I've got an ammo, ready to shoot.

I'm a martyr and I'll never be with you.

I've got a rope around my neck, nice and smooth.

You're a compass, you know it's true.

We've only been here for a day,

and I can already feel your heart around my neck, 

We're only here to turn grey,

and I can always taste your hate all around my back.

You're wearing me well, and I'm wasting you out.

Drowning deep in hell and getting lost in your pout.

I've got an bullet, ready to boot.

I'd better be isolated than be with you. 

Social debauchery and self-mockery.

Eat your heart out in a proper crockery.

Bury me

/ you demolish me every Monday,

and revive my bones every Friday /

Ear Shattering Lullaby

19:05

17/Sept/2015

Smash the glass to the floor like a motherfucker,

Pull your hair across the room,

And electrify the night.

Drag our history down the hills.

And I will break my own heart.

And shatter my only craft. 

Oh Northern Lights

16/Sept/2015

23.55

It's been three days,

The coldness of the weather,

The destruction,

Fire on my loin,

Hell flamed skies,

And oh the wicked smiles.

Seven hours have passed,

The desire to hold on,

Raging thoughts to move on,

What's your occupation, darling?

Are you still a starling?

Or is it just me daydreaming?

Minutes to midnight,

Through the depth of the light,

Running wild like a child,

Light my fuse and ignite,

The sparks of our

Fight.