some say that the intracite patterns of grace that are rumoured to be written on the stars dont actually exist. The interaction of me and you was disastrous. There was hope in the beginning but it disappeared with mind numbing drugs and insomnia. I followed the heartbeat that bled from the ground. I hoped to find the sea around the next bend in the road but i came upon a broken city with shattered buildings reaching up from the ashes. She kissed spiders and sent them on their way they skittered through the rubble in search of salvation. She picked dead flowers from among the stones and delicately placed them in her hair. She faced me with a distant smile. I could not pull my eyes from the dark elegance that stood before me. I took my first steps towards her and she faded away with a request. She asked me to accept death gracefully and silent to perfect the art of drowning. Within my ghostly stare i replied " Darling ive been dead for sixteen years"

yours truly

I'm an extremist, I have to deal with my own extreme personality, and I walk the fine line of wanting to die and wanting to be the ruler of it all- Davey Havok

The concrete cracked before it become confident
ever bitter to those that walked upon it
ever envious of the stars and city lights above it