thexdeadxsunrise

even ugliness has its beauty, sometimes shadows hide what we are afraid of, we arent able to be somene else but we can live a life in a mask tightly knitted to our skin, thinking about what its like, not what your like,not being able to see scares us, our hearts no longer beat to live, our minds only used as a weapon of chice, to hide under our shadow now would be too late even our own shadow hates us, we can no longer see what weve become our minds have chosen not to see the mask that hides us well, our hearts no longer beat,we are zombies,and we are beautiful. and journals are lame