#05172015

lips painted red eyes filled with dread he wanted her in his bed, bed, bed hands are empty body that's cold all she wanted was to be painted in gold, gold, gold

we fight so long into the night our eyes have gone heavy and our breath uneven love is a battle that is not easily won

sometimes the things we don't tell people hurt more than the things we do

the candle's flame flickers in the same way of a dying star burning so brightly that the dark is a surprise you are not prepared for and when the flickering has stopped the stars fall and the wax cools, for them it's the end

no matter how hard we try or how far we reach we'll never be able to hold the stars in our hands the stars might be the only beauty that we can't kill stars are something we just have to watch die

we are shining and destructive we are bullets made of diamonds we are a deadly beauty that you'll beg to kill you