The damage the rage will now all be released from its cage.
Go you are free you always thanked me for everything even on the worst of times your tears turned into mine like the cosmos we are combined.
With the warm touch of love I felt above the grief release from this absent vessel in me for now I am fully complete from this defeat that always pummeled me.
Looking into the eyes of life itself I see the image of torture stress and falling apart like a mess.
I simply ask don't you know that you are the best?
With a smile life said "that's what makes us mend to this hurtful trend. A true sacrifice a true friend.
One little astronaut build a spaceship of junkyard parts and wielded up the mountainside and tried to get the thing to fly looking through his telescope of cardboard and a paper hole and hoping soon to fly even though he hasn't even lived But the ship was build real bad and rolled down the mountain slideing down the mountainside landing into the ocean's tide But the pilot had to face I'm floating in outer space I'm further than I was before heading to the ocean floor now I'm in the furthest place possible from outer space and the one I love I guess it's a poetic way to die ironic I can't even cry I'm surrounded by salt water so why even bother trying to fall in love with you feels like getting hit in the back of the neck with the wiffle bat full of stars and I got scars to prove it under my hands and over My heart
I never clean my heart, I got used to tearing things apart, abstract emotions make the commotions passionate anger passionate sadness passionate madness
Passionate art passionate hearts.
I never clean my heart, I got used to tearing things apart,