screaming-daisies

Wake up anew, slept for four weeks straight Shake the dusty remains of yesterday's weight From the black curls on your melancholy head Let the sun's rosy fingertips lift you from bed Put your sane cap on and your social dress Comb your teeth straight, shave your mess Time to face all your peers, time to pretend You don't feel like you're at the bitter end Of a life you, at one point, might have chose But now its nothing more than a thorny rose Without a single pedal to be admired or seen Just a thorny stem that is tearing at the seam You sewed long ago with all haste and greed Threading the horse tails you once again need With your white belt

Go pray to your false deities children. You'll never realize the closest thing we have to a god is ourselves. we are the only ones in control of  this existence we choose to destroy..

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