Little white line // chase our demons

I suck at word play

How do you run from the feelings in your head?
how do you ignore the whispers from your bed?
Why do all sweet things turn sour?
Why do I count the minutes to the hour?

I found some solace in those painted eyes, found a weakness I can hide behind. There’s some truth hidden
Hidden in these hollowed lines, a certain feeling comes from deep inside.

I found a purpose lying in your thighs, a certain tiny little white lie and I could follow every little white line. It’s momentary, artificial on chalk base but you’ll get over the burnt taste.

We all chase our demons at our own pace, a million miles or in the form of a snail race

Got double vision, seeing the world vibrantly but after awhile it goes violently
I’m seeing all my friends die silently