I feel that a train wreck is chasing me, but wont look that way. Theres a mistress in the mirror, but I cant get her

I’ve been threatening myself with my own sanity. Hoping that I can hold on,  tighter, longer, but I cant. I have been alone all this

It’s my number. One thousand one hundred and thirty four.   One good harlot and three filthy whores. One bent path that’s paving the way,

Somewhere, there is a battle field. Babies cry, on the open streets. There was a addict, to his own existence. He came down,  glass cracking

Using your skin to wrap up your bones Your mother can’t see this right now. I tried to remember. Died in December.   Holding a thought down

I found myself thinking about you tonight. All night. Crying with angry tears. So full of impunity. What happened? So I thought, what made you

All alone in this house. You start to scream, I hear you out. Felling better than before, but you cry like you did during the

Make the world another sea of ash, circumstances growing thin. I thought I let down all that I had. Just leave all these broken wings.

The waves flowed our way. While we sat by the beachside, where we took our parts. A right just to stay, but the owners say that

Bright lights. Looking like your eyes. Looking like sunshine. As I touch your skin.   Through a window. What do you see love? This may