i can almost feel the euphoria i had felt when she smiled at me,
oh how my heart stopped and lurched out of my throat.
but like my jaded bloodlust, and deceptive truths,
it is just infatuation covered in thick, sweet honey.
i think it is time for days to stop, for the clock to strike 12,
for humanity to fall to its lowest, a low blow for the ever-destructive race.
it's a pity, a real pity how we are the reigning champions of the world,
for all we do is destroy, and try to create it back into what it once was.
we are destroyers, and hopeless lovers, who believe in futile lies,
and maybe that's the only good thing about us;
how we never seem to stop loving.
no matter how much the darkness seeps at my soul,
i cannot help but admire the flowers that grow atop my windowsill,
i cannot help but fall in love, slowly, torturously, with her,
i cannot help but hope for a new day, a new beginning,
for it is nearing the beginning of the end.
i just hope you stay with me,
because if you won't, then who will?
- destroyers, and hopeless lovers
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growing wings | Completed
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