Salvage//Fold - Code Orange

my mind is a prison.

i have to escape it.

words spit-to-face that would resonate with the most characterless of creatures&& leeches suffer slowly&& sucking for something

the only solace I took in those nights spent alone was knowing that I wasn’t.

anxiety.

we are dissapearing acts && just covering ground

untill those moments fade to shades of grey.

depression.

'spring. summer. autumn. winter. && he sang his did && he danced his didn’t"

exhaustion.

my mind is a prison.

i have to escape it.

'i carry your heart with me. I am never without it. (i carry it in my heart)"

like the weight of the world on my chest.

my soul is a time bomb

my body is a well.

wake up. give up. go to sleep dead.

images of everything that I have tried to change.

i am the same.

i am the same.

i am the same

we are the same.

human condition as a means of separation (from you liars) as a whole

these homes are filled with rats and snakes. they will pick you apart for

whatever you are worth.

this water is riddled with the blood and disgust of what came before it.

they will leave me here. they will bury me here.