I whisper secrets into your skin so they seep into your bones.
Your skeleton is full of words your ears will never know.

The adventure of life is not measured in distance or time,
But the moment the soul advances one step closer to its eternal sunshine.

She smells like every birthday candle I ever wasted my breath on,
And taste like every shooting star I ever made a wish upon.

She was a bird locked in a cage, so she never knew how to fly.
The only sound she ever made, was a soft cry.
No wonder why she felt like she never belongs,
she was such a beautiful bird but without a song.

You’re a monster that has no equal,
Loading your insecurities in a needle and injecting them into people.

You have the audacity to say I’m digging my own grave,
but I’m not the one with a shovel and hands covered in shame.

In the end, you can try and blame it all on me,
But I’ll never regret setting myself free.