The Horizons Horizon.

it never finds itself

I feel like dying.

When I am wishing.

For death.

Need a breath.

It got the best.

The best thread.

Feel it in my head.

When my eye lids are weighed down by led.

Warmth to the touch.

To the touch.

To the cut.

Warmth to the touch.

I am the horizon.

My arms wrapped around the world.

Sun and nails risin.

Hold the horizon.

Hide from the fear.

That tears.

Becoming the truth is the hardest thing.

When dealing...with the fact that I'm becoming you.

Now stand and criss cross.

Cross the criss.

And go back to the cross.

To find it in a kiss.

The sweetness and the light.

The foulness and the night.

Perhaps this is the other day.

Eyes and tears for the bay.

A gentle wave, waves.

Lays waist.

I see her rise.

I see a paradise.

At the other end of me.

I can't reach.

The burden of reflections.

The danger of the future.

I reflect what I've found.

A collection of.

A mound of.

A torture of

Tears.

Closed eyes wont help me with this one.

Gun sharp eyes.

Smile a icie blue smile.

Turn the lies into two.

Miscomuntication.

I'll repeat for a while.

To sad, to tragic, to much to little.

I find myself choking on emotions.

Which leads to this said misfortion.