I sit here in this empty room
The music pounding against my ears
When suddenly, I hear “The Unnamed Feeling”
And then I feel the rush of tears
And although the song is named such
Do not take it at it’s face
These feelings I have felt before
It’s just the name I can’t place
This feeling of love
Through me, it sings
Yet how can I feel it’s joy
When the brain plucks at it’s strings
For the mind is sick and cruel
Twisting your truths into lies
I know I love her, and she loves me
Yet the brain, that love denies
When I’m near her
My heart can fight the pain
The warmth of her embrace, the scent along her skin
The taste of her lips, in the cold coldest of rain
But as soon as she’s gone, the monster returns
To spread this disease of dismay
And even haunts me in my sleep
Until the break of day
And even then, I must continue this fight
For as the the day progresses, I see her less and less
Until that time, when I hear the last bell ring
Then I can return to her gentle caress
I sit here, in this empty room
And think, “Why does she hate me?”
For she has not answered me in a long while
Yet I have done nothing wrong, how can this be?
It is my brain, of course
Feeding me poison and lies
But I know your tricks, brain
I see right through your disguise
I love her, and she loves me
This much I know
Maybe one day she’ll take me for good
And these demons will finally cease to show <3
I cannot get over Achilles’ face in this painting. Holy shit.
He’s totally like: “Oh god, mom, put a fucking shirt on, I mean, what are you even doing? Can’t you see I’m busy lamenting the death of my boyfriend? Like I really need to see your tits at a time like this— YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING MOM GAWD.”
And the rest of the Greeks are jazz-handsing in the background. They’re all ‘WOAH LOOK AT THAT TOTALLY WICKED SET OF TITS— I MEAN ARMOUR. WOAH’
no mom
mom no
NO
(Source: lemon-sprinkles)
I dread the thought of our very first kiss
A target that I’m probably gonna miss
Nope. it was awesome <3
