all we have is,

dead and not breathing.
Unscrewing yourself from the ceiling.
Telling you that this dream isn't over, until..
the fog can be lifted from the ground.
When the weight of the world is no longer rested upon your shoulders.
We will realize that all of this is dead.
All of this has stopped. And it isn't so great anymore.

hm, you know he never really had a word that kept me hanging. it was more of a look, dear son. He wasn't so handsome until he had me in his eyes, and the words that he could tell me were more beautiful than the rest. until;
gunsots
bang
crash
it's never enough.
it's running from you now.

well I guess you could say he had me under his thumb, and when he said jump I asked how high. Pathetic, really. How much money in the world could make you feel whole? Millions, billions. trillions. Because that smile could be enough. To make me whole. until;
red lights flashing
police running

it wasn't supposed to end like this, it wasn't supposed to be so tragic. The lives weren't missed as much as the thought of how they could have survived, such a sad love story. Unravelling into something we knew could come about.
even if it was so unreal.

I never knew that my heart could break into that many peices.