Hauaghalm

As I dream of my grave, full of ashes and wine, I become a desolate creature, turning into a darkness of ladybug wings.
You promised you would not make mistakes. But who were you kidding?
Just like four lonely girls on a beach, we all look for our true meaning. The candy stripes of our clothes unwrap to let our hearts fly off. But what's the point of jumping from here? Why don't we all just crawl like snails in the middle of the road of life and avoid the dangerous living of speeding cars?
But really.
A cat never underestimates his master.
Caring is willing to be hurt. By shards of glass punctured through your skin. But without caring, your body is an empty carcass, full of empty possibilities and cold promises.
As I dream of my future, full of emptiness and desolation, I become a real person, becoming what we truly are.
Nothing but fakes. Only out to hurt others.
Let's just wait it out.
What's the reason for our mistakes? Our sadness?
Only our unconscious knows the truth. Reaction formation spins around you like a purple bumblebee.
Swallow the dust on the blinds. Eat the dirt on your shoes. Drink the black ink that spews out of your mind.
And keep the promises you make.