for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. the more i love you the more i gravitate towards you the less you love me and the further out of reach you drift
you are far away from me, i guess love will never be equal hm?
Tick, Tick The clock looms over me Click, Click Go the gears Sick, sick In the head
I see things that others can't. There is a large black clock constantly hovering over my head, reminding me of... something, A feeling of what I can only describe as dread.
Artists are often broken people using the fragments of themselves to create something new and although being healed feels so complete sometimes i want to be broken again sometimes i want open wounds so i can use the blood to paint sunsets so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas so i can carve masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art