My brain feels dead and so do I. (Disregarding the fact I already am)
Love eludes me and slips from my fingers often. My hands part thru it like a veil, and yet I can never make that grip. Say what you what its a spiritual disadvantage.
I didn’t ask to live forever. I didn’t ask for this and it has its downsides.
I will forever be lonely, and forever want to die.
I will romanticize death because I can never have it.
Immortality is for the weak.
– Lemon Ghost