Dropping The Weight Off My Chest With Words...

Remind me the purpose for this parade. I don't want to be on display anymore (they never notice me anyway.) Feeling like just another skip in the record... addresses in ghost towns... old wishes that never came true.

Right now we're all gods, and we are all monsters. It never really begins or ends because somewhere, there is a kid that looks and feels just like thi(u)s.

t.h.e.y.a.r.e.h.e.r.e.t.o.t.a.k.e.o.u.r.h.e.a.r.t.s.

My head is a pool you frequently swim in. Sleepy eyed and foggy headed I wander the harbor alone. I'm tired but afraid to sleep because lately I never know what my mind will conjure up for my viewing pleasure (onlynotreally.) It's bad enough when I'm awake(wellmostly.)

Longing for extravagance to fall from these fingertips. I stare at the floor that I used to communicate with through tears. But you've cut off that communication. And for that I will always be grateful. Focusing on spending some quality time behind eyelids, because at least in dreams you get to decide who lives and who d(cr)ies.

The ballad of wet lips and eager hips. 4-1 That's a ratio you will never figure out and it's okay. I'm always in the haze of a car crash.

Distraction is the cousin of Destruction. StayFocusedRyan...JustStayFocused

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