Let me fall into the deep and if I fall to far, then all of my scars will become star. To guide me home, but I would rather go to a place where I don’t feel alone.
In this night of lost shadows, a soul like mine would only seek, pain soaked in the blood from grief and underneath this skin of mine, my blood runs black with cold desire, for things that I shall never find in another of my kind.
So laugh as I fall into the abyss and surrender myself to the searing pain of something like bliss.
Things aren’t good. I want to run away… again.