Daydream Masacre

When there is no ethically correct option act irrrationally.

5 am composition.

Dawn, such a time to be alive,
The azure haze of light magnifying reality as if through a microscope
That crystalline meniscus incinerating what blissful darkness is left,
Her loving embrace of shadow slinking away.
Farther
And farther
Until nothing is left.
But light.

Refreshing some say,
But it is as if every ray of light,
Every ribbon of gold
A slug heavy like lead pierces my chest,
A man made mechanism of flesh and blood
The bullet that is humanity.
Pointed from the hand of one brother to the next.

Endless.
Cyclical.
Hatred.

The darkness blinds us of this,
Numbs the pain left from neglect and carelessness
All we wish is for night to come again.
Wrap us in her seductive lace.
She makes mother feel beautiful again.
Hiding the scars left upon her…
By her children
Her loved ones.
Parasites of flesh.

Demons of our own creation
Those who are given everything
Will always want more
And our mother
Gracious and kind will always provide.

But this is the life we are condemned to live.
So let darkness wrap us sweetly in ignorance.
Let us sleep. And dream. And hope.
For that’s what a mother asks for.
And she will always provide.

~ d4rkg1zmØ

I knew my mother was lying to me when she said pandas didn’t grow in trees >.> Panda fruit available for a limited time only ;P x3

I knew my mother was lying to me when she said pandas didn’t grow in trees >.>
Panda fruit available for a limited time only ;P x3

(Source: melissakidwell)

my-skinny-tragedy: This discribes me so well It makes me feel like they can look into how I really am.

my-skinny-tragedy:

This discribes me so well

It makes me feel like they can look into how I really am.