I understand you want to create something perfect, but perfection does not exist. You only need to create yourself. Writing, drawing, whatever it is. Pour yourself unto your craft. You have something unique, yet you are trying so hard to make it invisible. You are trying so hard to become another face in the crowd, rather than be the one on the stage

Sun

a spawn of heaven
touched by hell
an imperfect perfection
she`s pieces made into whole

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she is the sun
out into space
pulling me towards her
she burns out my oxygen
gets me dizzy

she brings a warm feeling of home
lights my life
an escape from the solitute and coldness of space

but she`s big and shines bright
and the pull towards her immense
i`m going faster and faster
i can`t slow down
i cannot stop

she burns brighter and brighter
i`m getting hot
i`m going blind
it`s starting to hurt
i burn
there`s no escape
it`s too late

she is my death, dressed as a goddess from a distance
she can only be admired from far away
far, far away
where she is alone
just like I am

either I stay away and we both live the rest of our lives in solitude
or get close for a moment for the warmest feeling
and then,
I shall burn

mis-.

Nothing hurts more
that to hear that everything you`ve been feeling
was in your head

that the other person never felt that way
that there wasn`t a "thing" between you
that it was just you

that it was all just a misinterpretation-
a fantasy that you`ve been living in,

alone.

Aborn

Here I stand now in the rain 

I thought my sins would wash away 

But instead a steep reminder 

Of pain- suffer, and disgrace... 

I hoped I`d get to see you more 

To meet the well that you call soul. 

I ruined it all, I stumbled- and failed 

And by my own means I watched you fade 

Here I stand now in the rain 

The pain of you won`t wash away, 

I thought that I could fill your void 

But instead I got myself destroyed 

And as I stand here in the rain 

A warlike feel that`ll never fade 

A leaning whisper I thought I hear 

A passing feeling that feels so near 

The light of sorrow commands the night 

A fleeting promise, my dread`s demise 

The blackness lurking is now my friend 

A new begin- 

aborn from end. 

Hath not a Jew eyes?

If not now, when?

 What`s holding you back?

Even if I don`t feel that way, I can`t help but love this kind of songs↬