Illusions of Grandeur

Illusions of grandeur
Are all I see
All these lies
That I’ll never be
I see the sun, I see the moon
And they’re setting on me

I live in a world 
Where my wrists don’t bleed
And my demons can’t find me
The nights are never cold
And the sun is always warm

I live in a world
Where my bones don’t ache
And the voices don’t sing
The nights I’m never alone
You’re right there next to me

Illusions of grandeur
Are all I see
All these lies
That I’ll never be
I see the sun, I see the moon
And they’re setting on me

I live in a world
Where I can stay sober
And the heights don’t call me
I can run and run run
And I can stay free

Illusions of grandeur
Are all I see
All these lies
That I’ll never be
I see the sun, I see the moon
And they’re setting on me

I see the stars, and they are fading on me
I see the sky, and its going dark on me
I see the Sun, I see the Moon
And they’re setting on me
They’re setting on me

Trust me, I’m lying.

trebemot:

I could tell you I’m all right
That everything is fine and dandy
And those scars on my arm are from the cat
That the bags under my eyes are because 
I stayed up late doing homework(of all things)
I would just smile and nod and go through the motions
And wait to go back into the arms of those demons
That know me all to well
I could tell you I’m all right
And you would ask are you sure?
And I would say trust me(I’m lying)

 

prompted by - ressuscitepourmourir

trebemot:

I wouldn’t call me sane or stable
And far too often I’m sober
Haunted is better
Possessed sometimes
Weighed down by weights you will never see

or know

Striving to find a balance
between all these fuck ups that make up my facets
And these hang ups over tiny things
I try not to let them me the things I hang my self off of

No one likes a broken man
But some seem to love it
I’d like to meet someone who does
Hell I’d pass for someone who could just put up with me

I wouldn’t call me sane or stable
And far too often I’m sober
Haunted is better
Possessed sometimes
Weighed down by weights you will never see

or know

Striving to find a balance
between all these fuck ups that make up my facets
And these hang ups over tiny things
I try not to let them me the things I hang my self off of

No one likes a broken man
But some seem to love it
I’d like to meet someone who does
Hell I’d pass for someone who could just put up with me

Trust me, I’m lying.

I could tell you I’m all right
That everything is fine and dandy
And those scars on my arm are from the cat
That the bags under my eyes are because 
I stayed up late doing homework(of all things)
I would just smile and nod and go through the motions
And wait to go back into the arms of those demons
That know me all to well
I could tell you I’m all right
And you would ask are you sure?
And I would say trust me(I’m lying)

 

prompted by - ressuscitepourmourir

For you

I crave, hunger, desire
With an unquenchable thirst
For your touch
For your love and gaze
Your gentle worlds and soft kisses
Your pale hands and curly hair and soft doe eyes
It eats at me, this want
This want destroys me day by day
Every time I fall asleep alone, and not by your side
I die more and more 
Its only a matter of time
Before there is nothing left to kill.