Streams of salt fall on your peppered cheeks 
You let them run down season deeply 
Till I leave my finger print 
Our skulls pressed tightly so we hear the memory 
Of all that’s left of all the things we never were 

Sitting shaking cold and confused If it’s mending hoping there’s something after the ending If it’s lending a hand or defending myself against the way I've been 
Sitting shaking cold and confused If it’s mending hoping there’s something after the ending If it’s lending a hand or pretending I don’t care that my words make the 

Streams
Of salt
Fall from 
Your cheeks 
Don't
Say
That you 
Can't stay

Streams of salt fall on your peppered cheeks 
You let them run down season deeply 
Till I leave my finger print 
Our skulls pressed tightly so we hear the memory 
Of all that’s left of al the things we never where

sometimes words are hard by novely

The Second Floor by Toru Okada

Separate
From our past
We sometimes die

Left gasping
Between what we know
And what we should

All we've
Been
Left with is the
History of empires

All we've
Been
Left with is the
Rise and fall of broken hearts

We
Let ourselves down
Day after day

The past
Still hasn't
Gone anywhere

The rise and fall of broken hearts
(We've been left with nothing but the history of empires)
And the moss covers up our names
And the moss covers up our names
(There is so much we've been forgetting)

Die, Emperor! Die! - six feet beneath my heart

I think of the distance
The distance between you and me
Oceans, mountains, valleys, skies
And the thousand faces wandering between
Between you and me

And I await
The arrival of your next letter
Whose postmark gets closer to the day
Closer to the day
When you'll arrive home Letter to letter
Thought to thought
Letter to letter
I tally the distance between

And I think of the distance between us
And I see the distance reflected in the world before me
In the world before me
I see the distance reflected in the faces of those
Who I see walking the streets of this city
And in the reflections of their faces on the sides of the skyscrapers above
And I see the distance reflected in the world before me
In the world before me
In the world before me
In the world before me
And I see the distance in our faces
As we sit on our front porches at midnight
With the red sky above us
With the red sky above us
With the red sky above us
And I conclude that our only hope is each other
And I conclude that our only hope is each other
Our only hope is each other
And I conclude that our only hope is each other
Our only hope is each other
Our only hope is each other

Let this be our battlecry
Let this be our song
I await the arrival of your next letter

From person to person
I tally the distance between

Die, Emperor! Die! - Rachel I'm A Wretched Idealist

Speaking In Tongues By Moldar

Scares by the sea, the sea

whisper for help by novely

from music vid

darling, say something.
we're all bleeding out.
i can't wake up.
darling, say something.
i can't hear you now.

you're on the side of angels.

you eyes sear like vultures.
your arms bruise my shoulders.
make way, i'm breaking out.
make way, i need to know how
not to need you.

i only wanted to make you proud.
don't you feel anything at all?

bulletsbetweentongues - you’re on the side of angels

Have you ever seen snow in summer?
Has the rain ever felt so cold?
Swollen lungs and raw palms
Grasping for my last breath
A stuttered plea
Probably don't deserve it
It will not make a difference
I counted on you for this
What a waste
I made a promise to you that's nothing new
I won't give in this time we'll make it through
I cannot feel the same every time we had met
Tracing hearts in the ashes of a world so cruel
A forged and forgotten tune I would sing to you
Harness what's been lost at any cost

burial etiquette - promise

Bite My Tongue by burial etiquette

Under the hum of citylights
Where months before I bid my goodnight
And hushed my truth
Heavy snow kissed my pale flushed flesh
You saw through my guise
Before I ever could
Our images blur into sound
Your voice makes me warm
Finding comfort in small gestures
Burdened by this sense of self
The nocturnal everlasting who dreamt of sleep
The clairvoyant who could not speak
And the exhaustion that led to collapse
Finding comfort in small gestures
Burdened by this sense of self
Defined by past mistakes

Exhaustion That Led To Collapse by burial etiquette

Long Term Exposure to Dissonance by middling

Reaching by pigeonx3

Stumik Bug-We Wanna Be Like I Hate Myself So Here's a Long Name for a Stupid Song

Ornament by xheartworksx

preach the blackened groves by what you once were

She’s speaking silently
Whispers in wind
She’s reaching through to me
I cannot win
Where are you going 
I am right here
Where are you going
I am right here
Where are you going

Reaching through
To me
Tonight
Tonight

Asphyxia - IAmKattyPerryKattyPerryIsMe

only wednesday by solace

to try and never understand these names.
to stare into these eyes with a blank face.
it can never be as easy as you think.
no words explain what you can feel.
feelings that you can’t refute.
cries that never hear themselves.
worthless. pointless.
these words spoke in vain.
this cold will never end as long as they stand.
its hard to say anything of true meaning.
remind us.

Forty Hour Suit by train breaks down

it breaks you 
that everything that you’ve done
it all amounts to 
nothing close to what 
you believe that you need.
and these thoughts that breathe 
warm air down your neck
 for you to feel 
cold hands wrap around your neck.
you rest better when you live for them. 
you think you move forward 
they control when it begins. 
hang tight for what? 
bring yourself to an end. 
cause pain lasts much longer when your in your own skin.
nothing can save you now.

Consider Your Position by train breaks down

feels right to be let down.
this sinking solitude.
entwined emotions cry,
“you are minuscule.”
it feels so right
wasting our time.
don’t we mean more than what we are not?
pushed so close to the edge by waves meant to wash away.
cross grained and knotted breath paraded by polished stains.

Permanent as Your Errors by train breaks down

It's a Kurt thing, YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND By Widowdusk

Meow! by Widowdusk

DEERS!-Part One

Mirrors For Eyes by Burial Etiquette

No Longer Dreaming by in loving memory

swallowed- love lost but not forgotten

Sleep through it by widowdusk

Long Awaited Memory by gonebynow

kolya-still life with candle

who do i look like your cardboard cutout dream girl
or a soft spot on a nail too hard to get to know whether you know me or not in still beautiful 
you try to pick my mind what you see 
is only a reflection and i’m really not that soft
but you think you know me better than me
I may be jaded but im still beautiful 
he tries pick my mind what he sees 
is only his reflection and i’m really not that soft
but he thinks he knows me better than me
i may be jaded but im still beautiful
Oh to think myself so clever that only your beauty
can out wit me How clever to talk of beauty
not the kind that comes with time
not the kind intrinsic in all eyes no not that kind
the kind that only your dick sees
give me a real lie

omar

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