make no mistake
she sheds her skin like a snake
on the dirty road to fame
—pete doherty, "there it goes (a little heartache)"
somehow here is gone.
—goo goo dolls, "here is gone"
for the zombie from my past;
that was then, and this is now. all i wanted to tell you was that the past me had also gone with all of the stupidities from the past. you once reigned, you once mattered, but time had changed and so was everything--the place where you used to be is not there anymore, and the suffocating ambiguities that you'd sent me like packages of fictional wings will now be gone, melting under the heavy shower of the acidic pitch-black rain.
what's left to do for you? mourn, perhaps--mourn, baby, mourn, because the last thing i need now is the fallout caused by the wrecked past between us.
i'll sit here as the noises of pollution in your head tear you apart the way one shreds a rose's petals--you'd crawl like a kid in the corner of the dark room with none other than the red light in your heart to be seen. you'd sink in your sea of fantasies, aggrandizing yourself but none other but you will see.
mourn, baby, mourn.
mourn, baby, mourn.
mourn, baby, mourn.
//photography by devina
shots inspired by through the trees by ryan levine
