ChristopherGrey

I don't thank you, cause i don't think you understand what you think you should be thankful for.

Holding on for so long And just to see you again The memories flood my mind But I can't see you again (not like this) I knew what could have been And wishing you didnt see them The fears flood my eyes And wishing it didn't end (not like this) Holding on for a sign Only to see you with a friend (not like this) Dreams escape me Find a way to show me but not like this Wishing I didn't see and wishing it didn't end not like this in my dreams in my dream Dreams escape me Just to wake up, only to walk away Talking in your sleep again As if you had another friend Wishing you were in my bed but not like this Questions running thru my head As

Thats the problem with empty threats, you leave empty handed and my feet have no problem filling in the blanks.

Trees spiral to make your cane but still lost in the woods. Found your bedding along creek. I see you've been sitting in our rhino horn tree. Looking up to the tangled web that holds our hearts. We shouldn't wonder off so much in the forest. While you were holding my shield, I was able pick up the pieces. But without you, I feel so weak. The river birch is our new religion and the waterfall our choir. Been praying to long to the stones, crumbled with age. Leaves led us here, crackling along the path. But the wrong rabbit let the good dog run. They will find their way back when they are hungry. How will you survive on your own. To much pride f

So you finally hear me It's just the echo, echo So you finally see me It's just the shadow, oh no What have we done? It's all over, all over

If I didn't have truth would I still be golden or will I always need a silver lining God hold my sorrow and fears. No need to be angry at the world for it own sin.

Does it make you happy to be another page? Break my heart just to sharpen my pencil.

No more anymore walking the line heard they are done done with this. No more anymore talking to raven heard they are done done with her. Don't even notice she still breaths he still lies. Don't even notice he still sees she still dies. So don't pretend like you know more anymore, anymore. She still sings He still believes.

Forced hand and heart, un-organic arrangment of flowers. Spilt magic on our coffee table, my heart puddles. She whispers a little more then nothing. Force my tongue to the roof of my mouth. Scared to echo, what they may hear. My fingers already tangled in your hair. We cant out run them, forced hand and heart. Natural placement of powers. Writing magic in our one story home.

It's simple to be terrified of everyone and everything When every time I open my mouth the Worst of me comes falling out. And fears are always proven true when you go searching for their hate You bust your nose on sharpened woes before they even know your Name. Maybe they don't hate me. Maybe there is no good defense. Maybe it was my only strike Against us ever being friends. But I will bite my tongue in half before offering you a real amends.

without the mirror --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- be self aware see yourself from the third person like you have taken a huge dose of ketamine or DXM and be brutally honest and realize how shitty you are and also see how beautiful you are if you look close enough you can see that you are at neither extreme so stop thinking that because thats fucking sickening

I flip through the pages of his book some pages are nothingness seemingly inane splatters of words I don't get it I'm kinda stupid I want to feel sick when I read when I look at a painting, I want to throw up on it and get a splitting headache I want my eyes to twitch in my skull when I take in the horrid slathering mess of it all into my mind beauty is lame express yourself and make it gross so you can feel better than people who turn their heads away in disgust I want to have cluster headaches ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ why does art have to be pretty why does it have to be