Everything dies here - Even the stars.
Yo!
Death she must have been your will
A bone beneath the reaper’s veil
With your voice my belly sunk
And I began to feel so drunk
Candle candle on my clock
Oh lord I must have heard
You knock me out of bed
As the flames licked my head
And my lungs filled up black
In their tiny little shack
It was real and I repent
All those messages you sent
Clear as day but in the night
Oh I couldn’t get it right
(Source: prufrocking, via greypoppies)
(Source: haroldlloyds, via ohitmagdalena)
Hole - Softer, Softest
I’ve got a blister from
Touching everything I see
The abyss opens up
It steals everything from me
(via iamheavychild)
