Stained Monochrome Wings

Jumper

04-14-13

We're crazily insane,

trying to blast through the pain.

You lying to you,

lying through blood

and teeth.

Me lying to me,

running from my lies,

from my everything.

So powerless during the days

you want to die.

Dependent on this,

dangling on the edge of ropes,

ready to jump,

to jump.