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[woes]

Those smiles and false reassurances used to make him happy.
Memories and emotions clouded together into a pleasant haze of nothing.
But the man he loved was no longer himself, was no longer human.
A disgusting amalgamation of anger and flesh lied in their shared bed each night.

Things could never be the same between them, and he knew this.
With a heavy heart and painful sigh, he accepted his fate.
Everyone has a monster they must keep in line, be it emotion or man.
He just wished his monster wasn't the man he once loved.

The man he still loves.

[woes]

Forgive me darling,
I've lost myself
among these flowers
with lovely thorns.

Miss me when I'm gone,
cry for me every night.
Feel my misfortune
and pain as you sleep.

Forgive me darling,
my mind's in a haze.
I'm no longer myself,
and you are no longer you.

Miss me when I'm gone,
cry for me each night.
Picture my smile and
dream of my sorrows.

[woes]

I woke up in a bed of flowers
and you whispered kindness and regrets
I bared my soul to your merciless heart
and you betrayed me in the worst of ways

[woes]

You woke up in a bed of flowers
and I whispered words of reassurance
You stared at me with eyes full of fear
and I showed you the fragility of a bond

[Ranger of the North]

Ooh, two sides of the same coin o,o

[woes]

Somber seagulls soar over the parking lot
unsure of whether or not they are home
they cut through the air on perfect wings
eating the scraps of those that don't care

They circle their welcoming abyss
of concrete and asphalt and stagnant water
where there is no organic life to be found
aside from meandering humans and sparse grass

[woes]

Condensation sticks to your skin,
condensation fogs the lenses of your glasses,
you feel uncomfortable in the unbearable heat
and yet you continue to throw together ingredients.

Lemons are squeezed, sugar and water added,
you stir it all together in an over-sized vase.
Waiting by the road for passing cars and joggers,
you hold onto the hope of turning over a profit.

At the end of the day, when the sun starts to set,
you turn up at your house with a pocket full of change.
You sit beneath your home-grown lemon tree
and enjoy a cold glass of home-made lemonade.

[woes]

Tw: vague mentions of death

You look in the mirror
a stranger stares back.

You... passed yesterday.
You remember the taste.
The bitter feeling of a soul
seeping away into the ether.

You swore revenge but
you're just so tired.
Tired of this never-ending cycle
and tired of fighting.

But you can't give up,
not anymore. You've no choice.
Your hands cup your own face.
Unfamiliar. Foreign. Crooked.

You look in the mirror
a stranger stares back.

[woes]

Inhale exhale inhale exhale
the room is spinning
everything's closing in
inhale exhale inhale exhale

inhale inhale exhale inhale
you're seeing stars
everything is blurry
exhale inhale exhale inhale

inhale exhale inhale exhale
you can't think straight
you're going to faint
inhale exhale inhale exhale

[woes]

i'm planning a small project inspired by my favorite artist (dappermouth).
you can help by telling me your zodiac sign and what makes you comfortable in the most unsettling of ways.

aquarius, waking up to music in the middle of the night
libra, storms bc lightning is scary but rain makes me feel safe