2 notes • 10:18 AM

Everything past the idea is vanity

fighting

pushing

feeling against the ropes

pressed

frayed

unreeling

snap

crack

back against the floor

beat out of the ring

cant take much more

fiery eyed opponent 

enraged

spouting taunts

pursed lips drip waste

what are we even fighting for

eyes clear up see past the door

audience fades

dreams take shape

lost in a trance

feel the wins embrace 

vinyl stuck

pressed against your chest

feel whats beneath

left deaf

breathless

an inch separates

paralyzed

float above tile and grout

find the beauty in doubt

whats been forgotten

trashed

tossed out

seen it all from a new perspective

taunts fade

find cheers digested

urging

fighter

get back in your ring

you were meant for this war

meant to be king

draw a crown with a crayon

left behind as a note

the door slams

finesse

silence invokes a spirit of calm

roses

sing psalms

never was a fighter 

why put the gloves on

29,711 notes • 5:06 PM

Why have kids there’s already plenty that need raising

Flowers in your hair, you’re slurring your speech 
Saying all the things that you really mean 
Am I gonna let you take a hold of me 
Cause if I let my guard down will you bury me. 
We could go on talking but what’s this really mean 
Am I real to you, can you even feel me 
Am I just a shadow, another one you see 
Cause fast you cast your spells now 
I can’t stand or speak 
Am I real 
Are you there 
Am I real 
Are you there 
Are you scared of what comes after this 
I’m terrified but I can handle it.