#6
i love the days where the sky casts a shadow so dismal it could be considered a projection of my own existence/you don’t deserve the luxury of depression if you’re the one who dared throw yourself into that void/it’s been ages since i’ve molded an appreciation for every event that brings me tranquility/what do you do when it becomes second nature/the rain washes the filth up onto the shore/i turn a blind eye until i have been blinded/but in the event of regaining my sight/i’ve learned there’s only one truth between me and you/i am a stepping stone/as you are the rubble beneath my feet
