How can you look at me? How can I look at you? You see right through me I see right through you. Mirror mirror please tell me a lie. All our insecurities and all our pride there’s no space to hide I’l...

These streets are filled with Gold These hearts are shattered molds

I'm at an all time low I don't know where to go

If you are reading this, I guess you’re not dead. Have you risen out of the dread or are you still in your head?

I sit in this ghost town of a house where you remain encrypted in the walls and floors. I find our similarity in the blood stains in the bathroom and the doors. I walk into your room and feel this pit...

Zzz..