JazzStanza

i'll drive myself insane chasing buses to catch a ride out of this town of repetition. repetition. repetition. (there's no escape from you) and you looked at me today and i think my blue hair turned red under your molten gaze even though i'm always purple even when you threw vermillion at my hands and called me a murderer. (stop bleeding. bleeding. bleeding hatred.) maybe if these flashb(l)acks keep hacking hacking hacking away at my soul there will be nothing left for you to hurt with your pretty (ugly) eyes (lies). (lullabies in the room at 1am to make me sleep sound like demons being tortured and my mother wonders why i stay up a