07-25-2018, 12:13 AM
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In the garden I will die.
In the roses they will kill me.
I was going, mother, to pick roses, to find death.
Let's make gods out of these hollow corpses. I'm tired of the weight of mortality, I want to tear it from my veins til I bleed silver and gold, til I can feel something again. Let's carve our names in a heart on the ivory pillars of history. Maybe one day they'll chant our names. Maybe one day they'll paint us into the constellations and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal.
So tell me little wolf
do you want to punish those who have wronged you?
You were dead.
Yet, here you are.
fearless child, broken boy;
tell me what it's like to burn
Forget? He never forgets. He doesn't forget the ghosts in his lungs or the skeletons in his closet. He doesn't forget when he wakes up screaming and he never forgets as he falls to his bloody knees finished to the bone. Don't ask him if he forgets because he never forgets. He'll never forget this.
Now I grow wings and rage.
I learn how to kill.
Innocence died screaming,
honey, ask me I should know.
Boy slash dream. Boy of ash-hands and honey-tongue. Boy made from atoms and blood cells, from milk teeth and lilacs, from watching the night-stars turn red as new myths. Boy who sings, sings, sings to the ink.
Are you hearing voices again?
Who would believe the fantastic and terrible story of our survival?
Face full of teeth white but not smiling.
All teeth, but not smiling.
You cried wolf, so I came running. Question: am I the wolf or the savior? Is my smile too sharp or just my teeth? Answer: come a little closer.
He's not a villain.
He's just a boy.
Golden child, lion boy;
tell me what it's like to conquer.
I was a child who only wanted to heal things -
now I want to be an abomination
I never had a chance to be soft. I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass. I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me.
It's ok. You just forgot who you are.
Welcome back.
Star child, are you listening?
I died that day.
I was there. And yet I was not there.
I was rage. I was a child.
We were children thrust into war
and once it ends, what will we become?
In the garden I will die.
In the roses they will kill me.
I was going, mother, to pick roses, to find death.
Let's make gods out of these hollow corpses. I'm tired of the weight of mortality, I want to tear it from my veins til I bleed silver and gold, til I can feel something again. Let's carve our names in a heart on the ivory pillars of history. Maybe one day they'll chant our names. Maybe one day they'll paint us into the constellations and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal.
So tell me little wolf
do you want to punish those who have wronged you?
You were dead.
Yet, here you are.
fearless child, broken boy;
tell me what it's like to burn
Forget? He never forgets. He doesn't forget the ghosts in his lungs or the skeletons in his closet. He doesn't forget when he wakes up screaming and he never forgets as he falls to his bloody knees finished to the bone. Don't ask him if he forgets because he never forgets. He'll never forget this.
Now I grow wings and rage.
I learn how to kill.
Innocence died screaming,
honey, ask me I should know.
Boy slash dream. Boy of ash-hands and honey-tongue. Boy made from atoms and blood cells, from milk teeth and lilacs, from watching the night-stars turn red as new myths. Boy who sings, sings, sings to the ink.
Are you hearing voices again?
Who would believe the fantastic and terrible story of our survival?
Face full of teeth white but not smiling.
All teeth, but not smiling.
You cried wolf, so I came running. Question: am I the wolf or the savior? Is my smile too sharp or just my teeth? Answer: come a little closer.
He's not a villain.
He's just a boy.
Golden child, lion boy;
tell me what it's like to conquer.
I was a child who only wanted to heal things -
now I want to be an abomination
I never had a chance to be soft. I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass. I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me.
It's ok. You just forgot who you are.
Welcome back.
Star child, are you listening?
I died that day.
I was there. And yet I was not there.
I was rage. I was a child.
We were children thrust into war
and once it ends, what will we become?
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden