The Beast
James Havok 1989 (Virginia Beach)
Tell me why you're selfish the certain type of hellish that makes me think you'd sell shhh. Bring someone down just to be found screaming silence might be your sound. And if you think you need to breathe just to see a certain transparency. It's lies, it's time, it's all we can do but sigh. This really isn't a real thing, just a lil bit of feelings, like a hold up, just hold up your hands to the ceilings. And if you get regret for what's left break a vault and let's steal things.
To replace what you lost at the cost of every little thing, like wedding rings and bigger lies tryna hide can't cope so runaway bride. But let's hope for a second just to cope with ourselves and our shelves and screaming secrets that we belt. It was felt like signs that we held so let's just meld become what we thought inside this hell. Like Belle and beast at least their castle was worth the hassle and cast all of the other things aside enchanted rose is the time, but it'll wither and fade like a raid from the town throwing shade. It's the mess I've made shouting, clouting misbelief in my castle that I've made. Waiting to change to the person before what I've became. The beast seemingly insane, holding in pain, just a broken person hating who's to blame. You're the same just quietly deranged a broken mess, that's stress failing every test till you see it's a storybook fairytale ending. And I'm sending, and mending and trending to a fix, transfixed like a hound searching what he missed.
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Raw feelings. Metaphors.
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Written on September 29, 2022
Submitted by jameshavok on October 09, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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