you and your gang of life devastating cosmetic canvases

can go on living your life

so it hits your harder than most

when no one is left to play the game with

and when the curtains fall down and its a survival game

you will all be the first to be mowed down

i hope the legs get cut out right from underneath you

i just want to see that you regret it

i already know that you do

i just want to bathe in an ocean of you seeing yourself, for the first time

and seeing the person you are

and then just to watch a tear of regret

i would gently scrape that tear off of your face with a blade and build a fucking shrine for it

so that i can have it for the rest of my life

i would make it my new religion

praise

shame