glory.

VOCALS TREMBLING, TEETH CLICKING, I SEE YOUR LIPS ARE BLOODY AND YOUR SKIN IS WORN AGAIN   —   you are holy and beautiful, but not in the innocent way, no, you are beautiful in a sick chaotic way.  You sleep in shades of red and laugh at the most ungodly of times, your smile is sad but comforting, your touch send shiver down my spine but it is all i want to feel.  When you are angry i watch as you crinkle your nose, the way your forehead furrows, that cold look you get when you are unsure.  The way you cry, the way you bite on your tongue because you down know what to do, how you scowls and shove your hands in your coat pocket   — THE WAY YOU SHOW YOUR ANGER in pairs of fists, how you sit in the back, biting your nails, glancing around with a bloody nose again ;  it might be ugly to the world, but to me,  you so beautiful.