The start of good days reminders of grief
Starting to have fun escaping anxiety
Lonely ghost hectic ride spiral flows deep inside
Forcing thoughts can’t unwind
finding half breaths of relief 
moments in time
Day dreamer smoke screen
dark clouds obstruct the view
Staring at the ceiling 
conjuring feelings
trying not to bleed out the sheets are new
Break my knees down to the floor
can’t fucking beg for this anymore
Flip the switch next move is on
little broken creature found the trapdoor
There’s a place that exists
happy day walkers miss
Obvious portal eyes wide open
gleam through the light cold mist
fingers dug deep in the shallow dirt
crawling out of the old abyss
Get used to pain there will be more
can’t completely heal a heart so calloused
Scrub off the dirt peel back old skin
it’s okay to be ugly it all grows back in
Outer layer dark piece of art
a little more fragile a few extra scars
Gray hairs grow faulty vision
imposed by bad habits that never sleep in
Counting down hours to make it through the day
Fucked up from the start always restarting pace
Quiet creator by nature remember what you are
other side of the fence haven’t traveled far
Still a home for gentle chaos that turns into art
Don’t let the darkness escape
keep it close put it to use
Endless space to create
just keep a solid muse
No more wasted potential
little creature the mind’s influential
Stay high don’t forget the scene
remember you can transform anxiety
just keep from being foolish
Despite depictions of love
they’ll make you think it’s useless

trapdoor flow (prod. Danny Beats)

know better than to have expectations
don’t know what you’ve been up to lately
ill try to only show up half way faded
been spending my days off home medicating
when I cant find my words
start speaking different languages
almost sounds the same
only I can make sense of it
puts my mind to shame
the seconds aren’t long enough
before you walk away
need more time just hear me out

reasons to stay
so natural
color of grey
adaptable
mind of a stray
collapsible
no steady pace
untraceable
be the new face
replaceable
can’t rid the taste
insatiable
just hit erase
invisible
freed up new space
now lovable
in the right place
untouchable

hear me out (prod. sorrowbringer)

locked in the dungeon of a crumbled castle
no one even knows how to find me
running out of air, gets harder to breathe
but I don’t really care when shit gets this lonely

i tried to build an empire full of empty rooms
with sweaty palms, a broken heart, and tea for two
planted gardens that just collected morning dew
the colors of flowers were the only obvious truth

darkcurls

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