“sure i’ve turned a trick or two, does that make me a magician or a whore? what’s the difference anyway”

Current mood: lonely


Opposing forces. endless nights. chilled silence. heated by poison and tempers. shadows dwell inside of us. outside the pain looks so shallow. roots run below all thought. cracking the surface. bloody tears and quiet years. when we draw close to the end, the circle begins again. forgetting the point. find our footing once more. this broken path. wash away the stains of pain. will the shadows fall away. you try to hide your fear. tuck them all away. try to hide the tears. no longer what it used to be. a simple thing is turned upside down. lost and found. blind to the light. halos and horns. we keep getting burned. moths to fire. can’t get enough. we are all we love and hate. is this our genesis or extinction?