Wishing wells cast spells on the lonely hearted.
The navie welcome them with open arms until the creatures get tired.
Movements throughout the night, I only long for it to be you.
It's not, it's every other fool I attract, distract myself by playing with it's offering flesh.
The blood on my fingers, and the caked on decay only allows me to think of better days.
If this is the worst it can be, then obviously there's salvation somewhere close.
A chirping bible study group or an offering at a ministry.
Something has to revive me, save me from this awful place inside my head.
Whatever I try to keep dead within my thoughts, it comes alive with an instant spark of a memory.
Reminiscing with myself, I thought I could stand this constant battle with all the troublesome, beautifully painted montages of you.
Yet, I can't, I cannot go a single day without a trace of your presence eloping itself within my brain.
A constant rain of sorrow continues and continues around my being.
I cannot avoid these feelings, so I try to evade the best I can.
The trees, the serenity of it all, it takes me to safer land.
A better place to sculpt my thoughts and build them tall.
A greater way to fall.
Plummeting off the earth's face into some galaxy's grace.
That's always where I thought I fit best.
If everyone goes right in the end, I can say that I was a success, just by flaying into space.
Never to be caught or traced by another creature, the wisp of their words, and all cynical cases of shame.
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