May 2012
21
so i open my lips in a silent scream
conformity conformity it surrounds me
i look the same in the deepest seas
i look the same and it scares me
i know we are one
but were still fucked up
i know weve begun to die to lose to drift
shall we bid adieu
shall we kiss off to the old news
they feed us just lies
they wear a disguise
i tell you i tell you theyre coming for you—echo
“Those who escape hell, however, never talk about it. And nothing much bothers...”
– Charles Bukowski (via fightshy)
