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2 Notes / Mon Sep 1st, 2014 reblog

That’s why I hide here in the dark…

I’ve been trying to erase myself by trying to be someone else. I’m not sure I’ll survive..

I’m not sure if it’s a good time or if you’re even home -it’s a long long way from your throne-

But can you meet me in my room - a place where I feel safe?

A place where I belong and I can call my own.

I’ve been waiting for so long to meet you.

1 Notes / Wed May 28th, 2014 reblog

Oli sykes bmth

Selling my signed poster- buy it.

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"There is poetry in despair."

We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, “Death is a midnight runner.”

The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn’t good for two. I rode alone.

You said, “The cinders are falling like snow.” There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.

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