As Daisy Dies Alone

Just carve me out of your perfect life
We're obsolete in each other's eyes
I'm sick of trying to survive the kill
when there's no more fucking blood to spill

When I reverse the life I lived
You'll be the devil, I'll be the saint
But it's not worth the wait
Kiss my picture and fade to black
You and I were made to crack
Now it's too late to save

Your heart is my pocket of emptiness
Bury my face in the bloodlessness
I hope your pride digests your soul
And you love yourself into a hole
I still picture you in front of me
In quiet stairwells and empty seats
You will always be my ghost
You're my Marilyn Monroe
You used to be so beautiful
But now you're dead to me.
Now we all remember you
for the girl you used to be

Daisy you look so perfect
all by yourself
Tears dry in the sun
with nowhere left to run
Just you and the memories of what you've done.

My spine filled itself with fate
But I carved the F into an H
In memory of your face
You're the daisy on my coffin door
And I can't push you up no more
In the darkness I laugh and wait

Daisy, you look so perfect
dying in the sun.
Withering by yourself
for all the things you've done.

And everything you love is gone.

The Unavowed

My dreams tend to fade away before I have the chance to chase them, burning into oblivion like the stars of ancient times. I just can’t…

”Look at me when I talk to you!”
Daydreaming again
Apparently, my imagination is destroying the powder puff world created for me by those who “love” me.

“Are you paying attention to what I’m saying"
Here we go, some more advice from another avid Seanist. Go on pull the wool and dump the sugar. Coat everything in the sweet denial that you learned to love.

“You should do this. You should do that.” Translation: You should sell your passion for convenience and never look back.
I’d rather turn to ash with a genuine smile than live a lie forever.
Face the facts you fear. I am not like you. I mourn for those who are.
For those who settle and fall in line, and the ones who die dissatisfied.
Everyone who conforms to the ways of sacrificial masochists; you get what you deserve.
But I can never tell you exactly how I feel.
You will judge and criticize. You will bitch about your life. You will tell me that your way is so much better than mine. When compared to your pain, my worries are unwarranted. I should just be thankful I have it so good.
Well, I say fuck what you believe and the fallacies you stand for.

“But Sean, don’t you want happiness? Don’t you want nice things?”
And sacrifice my heart? My spine? My voice and my soul?
Never.
I refuse to give up all the things that make me, me, that make me true. Every fucking piece of me that makes me different from you.

“All I want is to see you happy.”
In other words, come into the empty darkness where life is without purpose; where desolate hearts go to die and everyone is as hollow as the values they cherish. Come into a world where true emotions remain hidden behind plastic smiles and peace is but a pill away.
Fabricate your own destiny. I will suffer through mine.
Let me live a life where pain is frequent and tears burn like lit matches to my cheek.
Give me all the reality. Don’t mitigate my struggles.
My breath here is for but a moment. I refuse to stifle it.

“But Sean…”
…

“Sean.”
…

“Sean!”
…
Daydreaming again