i need to be elected, perfected
needs beyond the blue
feel the satisfaction
i want to be a light source
a blaring night force
i haven't felt the same
since i arrived i haven't slept a wink

and this is how it starts
before we lose it all
i know we're not coming
god knows when i'm gone

You taste like tear stains and could have beens... but I love a good train wreck

TO ALL OF YOU PEOPLE MESSAGING ABOUT IM, I WILL BE ON LATER TODAY AT SOME POINT.

There's an old town wrought
With mystery of Tom
The poet and his muse
And the magic lake
Which gave a life
To the words the poet used

Now the muse she was his happiness
And he rhymed about her grace
And told her stories of treasures
Deep beneath the blackened waves

'Till in the stillness of one dawn
Still in its mystic crown
The muse she went down to the lake
And in the waves she drowned

The Poet came down to the lake
To call out to his dear
When there was no answer
He was overcome with fear
He searched in vain for his treasure lost
And too soon the night would fall
And only his own echo
Would wail back at his call

And when he swore to bring back his love
By the stories he'd create
Nightmares shifted endlessly
In the darkness of the lake

In the dead of night she came to him
With darkness in her eyes
Wearing a mourning gown
Sweet words as her disguise
He took her in without a word
For he saw his grave mistake
And vowed them both to silence
Deep beneath the lake

Now if its real or just a dream
One mystery remains
For it is said
On moonless nights
They may still haunt this place

So. Much. Bloody. Mail.