just so you remember...

The sun rose today, and no one was as surprised as you.
I wish i could write you a thousand lines for every expression you paint, but it is to late and too little. I've realized.

Silence is no longer a request but a demand -- it is easier to face the world with nothing but a rehearsed mask on your face. Elements of reality trickle in with the rain, the caress of a gentle wind and the lashing of last night's thunder. You feel yourself absorbed into the mud - the sound is muddy, your vision is matted. Can I throw in a cliche? That your path is haloed in thorned roses?

Last night's hangover dangles with the morning rays. Each concession you've ever made embodies itself in each drink you've ever had, like you're drowning those bits and pieces that have made you.

5am morning coffee. Sipping the warmth into your always cold lips. The coffee cup can double as an ash holder later - for your flickering vogue or our eventual flaming i don't know. It's beautiful, intoxicating drugs following each other to poison your soul. I wish humans could be beautiful. Dreams of lighting up the last bit of you that feels into a spectacular molotov cocktail, shimmering in the charcoal night.

This meme is to remind you who you are when the poisons wear off. I know you refuse to leave your blood untainted, but eventually it'll wear off - things always do. You could take another shot, stab, dissolve it on a little spoon over his cigarette lighter, and forget just once more. Remember it all catches up to you though.

Things start to wear off and you write this kind of shit too. I'm waiting for your grand exit like you declared it would happen. I've always enjoyed the silence of darkness, but a little flame here and there wont hurt.

Who knows, fire might warm up the part of you that's always cold.

Hang on, sanity is just around the corner.

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