We are the ones, we are the only ones...

Coming down, Angels wings
Drink on the top of some magazine
Powder on the glass smells like gasoline
My brain just keeps on vacuuming
Hiding in the top with gravity
Drowning out so happily
One more cut of catastrophe
Is this my blood or is it blasphemy
I hear my voice keep asking me
If i can't live why can i be?
If I can't speak why can I scream?
If i can't die why can i bleed?




-ALL PHOTOS IN THIS POST WERE TAKEN BY ME-