i just have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that says everything is amazing. everything is beautiful. it's telling me everything is okay. and it makes me so happy i could cry. when violet eyes get brighter and heavy wings grow lighter i'll taste the sky and feel alive again

i can feel my spine poking through. the sharp peaks that stretch my skin. and the yellow burn marks gnawing away at my stomach. my pulsating thorax is staggering to keep up. skipping beats just to make time. but when i'm lying in this filth, i think back. remember when i was soft. when i was snow. and then i don't feel so worn. because i was made to rise. i am a phoenix. that's all. sometimes i forget, but it's wonderful when i remember. and in the bathroom is where i want you against the grafiti wall we know no law at all just to see you body in a place so tacky there's no better irony in my own deprevity

this cyclical lifestyle. it's emulating the very concept of existence. a constant pulsing of matter. periods of expansion and collapse. there's a vast wasteland out there. beyond your safe haven of existence. cold. filled with rocks and dust. toxic waves and radiating particles that will rip you apart cell by fucking cell. you clutch your throat, veins straining to hold it together. just hold it together man. gasping to filter whatever oxygen you can. this new atmosphere just ain't cutting it. struggling to stop your blood from freezing. you thought you knew better. could go without a coat. this is no place for a girl like you. or any being for that matter. you can not exist here. so why did you think you could? sold my life to bring the rain, maybe to wash me clean. sold my soul to stop the pain, hoping you'd set me free.