...maybe that's become socially acceptable now. Am I cool now? Is "cool" still within the proper vernacular?
Oh... and I'm emo as FUCK.
Mexicant's Musings
I feel wounded. As if my legs had been run through and I was forced to swim in the ocean. Every movement is blinded by the pain burning inside of me but I have to move to stay alive. I swallow mouthful upon mouthful of deadly water while trying to keep my head above water knowing that I’m just going to drown anyways.
I feel desperate. Trashing around from the fear of death and the pain of life. Knowing that the only outcome is for me to finally sink below the tides and fade away. I see a ship in the distance but every time I go to scream I swallow more water and fate comes that much quicker. Anyone who could help me is on the boat as it floats away and I’m left alone… broken… defeated… slowly grasping onto the glimmer of hope while the inevitability of despair comes for me.
Everyone who could save me has left. I’m alone with a ringside seat to my own end.

It’s the glare from the reflection
Making patterns in your eyes
It’s the looking back in anger
With every second slipping by
Undertow has come to take me
Guided by the blazing sun
Look at everything around us
Look at everything we’ve done.
Please anyone
I don’t think I can, save myself
I’m drowning here please, anyone
I don’t think I can, save myself
I’m drowning here please anyone
I don’t think I can, save myself
I’m drowning here please, anyone
I don’t think I can, save myself
There’s a tiny little window
Swarms of locusts fill the sky
Maybe I just disappear, If I can
Keep my head above the tide.
Please, anyone
I don’t think I can, save myself
I’m drowning here please, anyone
I don’t think I can, save myself
I’m drowning here please, anyone
I don’t think I can, save myself
I’m drowning here please, anyone
I don’t think I can, save myself
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