Space

Fuck the endless sea, the sky and every inch that lies between these words and the house youve grown up in. You and me. Us. Feel's good, doesn't it? Feels great. I'll fucking miss you when you go baby, don't make me miss you when we go our seperate ways. I know you know I think about it, so just listen.

I don't want the end to come. There's a whole world dying, and I'm in this box of self value, logic, self-defined reasoning, and either excessive emotion or lack there of, that's me. So, the world's dying and I can twist and tangle my contents, but I'm in the box. I'm stubborn and I'm not going to open it. Would you, if you could? If you thought you couldn't, would you try?

Change is going to come, I know. I'm fine with that, but fuck the endless sea, the sky and every inch between you and me.

Don't Think.

And if your'e still looking for a blanket, Sweetie I'm sorry I'm no sort of fabric.

Veins twisted and tangled streaming their way through that sickening skin you scream to be your own. You claim to know, whispering to that age stained mirror behind her eyes about all the accidents, she can see. And floating in the air above the shattered glass sparkles, suspended as it shines to impress the crowd of masked monsters creeping in the dark, waiting to pounce and rip you both to fucking shreds. Creeping through the shadows of uncertainty and false hope their screeching almost unbearable now. Close your eyes and the love is real, close your eyes and feel and feel. Its there it explodes in your brain and the limits are pushed in one steady broken motion, testing you.

"too"