laurenn
A thirst for the poison.
If you take enough,
you’ll never wake.
In purgatory it’s foggy.
You don’t know this or that.
Why am I here?
You never woke,
but it’s a bit beautiful here.
Walking through walls.
Crying blank, foggy tears.
When was the last time you couldn’t stop smiling?
Bones are weak and thin,
from everything that's happened.
My soul is sick and my heart is dead.
Only my poison can bring me up.
Only my poison can give me strength.
Success is something most people chase all their lives, but what is it really? The reaching of a goal? End to a crisis? To a puzzle? I believe success is the end of your mind. Its peace, its beauty, and should leave you with a permanent smile.