EphemeralEcho

Whether deep or not, It was never a pleasure, when I loved.

You are the only memory that isn’t one.

The world was just a reason to meet—and there was nothing innocent about it.

It was the rain who wrote every poem on earth.

Even if the universe lay in my hands, I would still ache for something beyond.

I am not empty, I am full of emptiness.

If you can’t understand it, then admire it—that’s life.

It wasn’t time that was spent. It was everything I was.

She carved not her name, but a bloody oath.

She held herself with something like peace, like a tomb, like a grave, my very own.

I don’t need to understand, I don’t need to see. It’s all dreadfully clear.

I saw the moon, and he has nothing to say.

Return my soul to me, so I may tell her— that within my ruins, you are a treasure.

I am the blade, and the one who is bleeding.

She looks so pretty holding that ax.

It’s a perfect night to take my demons out for a walk.

I wish to become the one, I never wanted to be.

My muse!? I like to lose me a little while and have you.

I crave destruction, coffee, and your midnight thoughts.

She wears black, quiet chaos, and my bloody heart.