Eva
Letters are just a scream for help
And your death will be so much of a help
I pray for suffer
I pray for justice and downfalls
I pray for a cruel end
I pray for accidents
I think it's sad
The inability to miss
She seems mad
For being the reason I'm bad
We drown in our mistakes
We float when the virtue takes
Do you ever think
About the stars in the middle of the dark
Do you ever wonder
If they are scared
If they are not
Do you even know
Dear (C) ,
I want to look mysterious for others but I don't mind not being so for you.
I have many conditions and so many trust issues with some excessive and uncontrollable 24/7 overthinking
I hope you know how to deal with that.
The monsters crying sad
I've had sleepless nights
Rotting in a room
Letting go of my speaking rights
The weather was nice
The people wore smiles
I let my hair grow
Not to be sad
Not to be bad
But to be brave
When I let go of what I had
A hidden secret is the cure
For those who are demure
It might be mine
It may be your
Thirst over lacy gore
When the flesh of a dear
She's like a star
I can only see her face from afar
She's like a river
She has life flowing through her blood
She's a giver
I wander from one current to another
Run
Run wild
Behave kind
Pass across evil
And be blind
She likes nothing
And nothing is like her
This roof is carried by agony, guilt and disgust
The monster disappeared
Yet the nightmares are still
Overwhelming atmosphere
No one to lay your head on
Why not kill the mourning in me
Whisper how my eyes bring scorn
Sweetly stabbing you like a horn
Tragic end
