TheDemiDevil

My steps across this long, rugged road are uniform and absolute

My face, a complex blend of remorse and discomfort, does her best to morph and mold into something approachable

But this walk, this hike, this trek

I despise annotating in my books and in my notes

It takes away from the beauty of the page

It's confusing and maiming and hurts the book

And it hurts me deeply

Too many shapes and writings to follow

There would be a time in life

When I could give up hope and just

Fly into the moon

I know I'll join her soon

Your pale, sad face

Stained blue with tears

Emulates love that won't thrive here

I know that I can feel the greatest feeling of them all, 

To look below the earth and slip a sigh.

But only when I meet him and I feel this big emotion

Will I be able to look him in the eyes.

Who would have thought 

That flesh and skin

Could portray how I feel 

And shape how I think so perfectly?

Every song has a story

Every song has a vibe

A feel

A fleeting moment attached

darkness and burning

and smoke so thick

clouds of fury

with faces that scowl

and cry and scream

people that bleed

aren't people who weep

but people who weep

are people that bleed