I'm a big poetry fan. As they say, there is poetry in despair. I draw my inspiration from life, and I draw my style from AFI(the single greatest band of all time).
Synesthesia
It's quite hard to breathe when your mouth fills with dust; when water flows into your lungs like poisonous lead. Sibilant in nature, the tingle of flames whips up your legs and through your chest. A flammable heart ignites in the moment. It burns unnoticed by most, a select few given the privelage of witnessing its incineration. They stand back in fear of igniting. As the oxygen disappears, options follow. In time, there will be nothing left.
A Ticket For Two, a Ride for One
I walked with you at the carnival of laughs, underneath the white lights and smiling faces. My pallor hidden by fruitful expression, a broken heart seemed pieced together once more. The star-shaped cries hung in the sky like dreamt gallows. As we approached the ferris and our faces lit up, the heat melted away my innocent mask and exposed a face as to make angels cry. Albeit a ticket for two, I rode alone.
Synesthesia
It's quite hard to breathe when your mouth fills with dust; when water flows into your lungs like poisonous lead. Sibilant in nature, the tingle of flames whips up your legs and through your chest. A flammable heart ignites in the moment. It burns unnoticed by most, a select few given the privelage of witnessing its incineration. They stand back in fear of igniting. As the oxygen disappears, options follow. In time, there will be nothing left.
A Ticket For Two, a Ride for One
I walked with you at the carnival of laughs, underneath the white lights and smiling faces. My pallor hidden by fruitful expression, a broken heart seemed pieced together once more. The star-shaped cries hung in the sky like dreamt gallows. As we approached the ferris and our faces lit up, the heat melted away my innocent mask and exposed a face as to make angels cry. Albeit a ticket for two, I rode alone.