your selfishness makes me suicidal.
i'd quit smoking but it's something that makes you want to protect me.
in a way i will always hear you telling me that the sky turned to blue when we met.even more,when i'm scared.you soothe me.
i'd rather think of myself as a whore sometimes than stay away from you. Your words.They fold in addiction.I am close to getting obsessed.But you won't let me.Even that you won't let me.I'm a hopeless -less than I need to get obsessed-addict.That's what you made me.You.
you cut your throat with razors made of songs and your eyes turn into numbers.
counting the last days that i'll ever see you...
release the titles by IllusionalMelody, literature
Literature
release the titles
The reconstruction of my soul seems to be demolishing the corruption of stability.
A bittersweet relief. Neverending craving for the evolution of change.
Aiming for the transfromance.not the peeling. I am feeling the chemicals bursting in my guts.the doors unclocking in my mind. So many of them. Trying to save the ones with the purple walls.
Purple always made me feel like home.As if the colour had sensors just for my name. 1,2,3….pop… the taste of the energy is sickening.
Running away from reasons I realised that,that’s where I would actually find my answers.
I feel goosbumps licking my spine when I actually let myself f
your beauty decomposes
every detail of your face turns into stardust
i'll keep that face deep in my damned memory
you can rely on my bones
they were always yours to break anyway
my lips turn into silk everytime you speak
you druged me with innocence
and corrupted me with goodbyes
my dreams affiliated with loneliness
i always watched you designing my destruction
step by step
your necrophilia for love will always curse me
you distribute pain as if everyone places their fears on demons
you come and go
as if i'll always be there to wait for you
this time my clock got mad
our timing is fading
and the moments together will only be fiction in ou
daydreaming and bubbles of nig by IllusionalMelody, literature
Literature
daydreaming and bubbles of nig
daydreaming and bubbles of nightmares. what happens if they pop ?
an autopsy on love -declaration. wishes of sadness pour desperately in your mind.
an anomaly of disguise. who knew when you put on your poker face.
you swore you would stop bluffing. i lost my share on the bet.
your bet took it all. you took it all with your poker face on .
save me the pity and let me be clean for once.
it won't stop raining pleasures. where have all my hugs gone ?
my hands are stiff.my arms are cold.my heart went numb. my head's on a rolling trip.
searching for maps in my soul. i'll only see the place but the guidance is lost.
your lips blessed me with lonel