This Will Outlive Us
by Darkest Hour· from Undoing Ruin
Gone are the days of evasion. Existence is how you create it what ever compels you to keep on, embrace it so long as the missing piece of the puzzle split down the middle. We had better prepare ourselves for prepetual winter,, why do we do this to ourselves continous escape a living hell. Like those lovers hidden under the covers it's so empty in the arms of another. See what you;ve done you're irresistible with your sordid stoires, the morbid glory of it all. Remember when times were worth celebrating pour the whine for fallen friends and foes singing in unison. My hell is a blank piece of paper staring back at me, my hell is wasted potential haunting me.