grammar wars

Black hole [are] coming
everybody look away
from my [very private place]
haunting me from the day
she laughed, he laughed, I laughed in my face
daylight shut the ghosts away
artificial street light [keep] me feeling dangerously safe
the clouds of volcanoes
we all forget
I never do, but I try hard to send them away
fan the fire, send them away
scattered ashes caught in my throat
screaming, there must be a way
there must be a way
My dog died today
I climb a mountain to escape
but memories are clawing from the insides
and I’ll relive those fucking memories everyday
scratch into the back of my head, damn you’re free
my island, my island, return to me.

x

[…my dog didn’t actually die :)
-pluto sky]

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