#mylies

they speak my name as though they know me, deep within i reside, death aside i find the broken signs in the echoes of my lies slowly reforming me into something else, she smiles like everyone does the eyes shines just as bright and the voice sounds like wind chimes i desperately watch through, inside where the knocking doesn’t seem to win.

they speak my name as though they know me, like in those opens fields that i hide in the tall, winding grass seems to be a wall with no way through but the aching wind i can almost smell that sweet scent of life but here i stand staring in, trying to fit in, hopelessly lost in this tunnelling mind of greed only ever turning black as the dust dance with the wind there nothing left to fight within.

fire spirit (a la grillby) biker

tea party princess

noir detective

cyborg space pirate

alien weeb

mimic

training fodder skeleton who dreams of being the final boss

mummy (w)rapper