Hallucinations are really the cause of these god forsaken blues.
Living in just another storybook.
Told by men who truly know what it feels to hang by this noose..
Life is just a broken cycle, just ready to cut loose.
At the edge of the road where you hang by a thread.
Fall and feel what it's like to love again.
Clear as glass, you'll see right through me.
And fragile as paper just to be washed away.
A hero finds you at the end of this story. But see why he saw through right through you.
Shine through this place like water, but crash right down like a broken bottle.
Find a place to rest and sleep.
The ending of this story will truly never be complete...
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The Meloncholy Diaries
PoetryThe Saints are misunderstood childhood friends who are seeing the world as what they want to be and through a sinners and a Christians point of view. They are all based on my creative saints. Still Ongoing though. List of the saints: Dreams Saint Ha...
