She said~
“i don’t hate you, i hate the hoe that made you this way”
I was enamored by this duckling watched her bloom to a swan.
She choose to use her wings before i could find us a pond.
So now i hide my torn feathers when im around the other birds.
Don’t wont any new anchors before i try my flight from earth.
But
still, in your light im lost,
lessons of price and cost im taught
See, i’ve never been as quite sick as this.
Strung off the feel of your skin and the taste of your lips.
fuck me
i did it again.
kinda fucked up
most of my creativity comes from a dark place, i rarely work on art when in a good mood.i think years of being captive to mental agony has given me Stockholm syndrome. it feels really good sometimes to be terribly sad.
kinda fucked up.
spark
—moreorless(9th)
a rough version of a song from a upcoming project


