but it'd be a creed fit for black mass for all the truth behind my verbose lies.
My lies aren't meant to hurt you,
they're meant to console,
for selfish reasons.
Like an electric fence you're getting closer and closer to touching,
the ideas consume as they kiss,
and while your heart basks in the flames of love,
when we do alike as the ideas,
my heart is run over repeatedly by a heavy vehicle
while it sits on a street corner
waiting for the one who's finally able to carry it home.
Spoiler
Eeeeek. I see potential, but I think it's a trainwreck for now. Will someone please, please, please tell me how they think I could fix this? I think I need to make this thing a bit more generalized so it actually makes sense to the unfamiliarized minds of others
.)
