Movies

Name yourself

Whatever sounds pretty

Like a fever dream

That ends in pity

Perfect crumbles

Over small touch

Into the rough

Silent voids

The stars call you

When they miss you

And you again

Through the rain

Pathetic play

Of you tryna run

In the Name

Of having fun

Just to burn

Into the sun

Don't you come

From the silent void?

Pretty face

Like a lace

At the end of a royal dress

The puzzles address

Into the mess

In the silent voids

Shotguns

Fake blood

And the cons

Of being a stunner

And a runner

Of the silent voids

Tryna make yourself

A pretty life

Like the ones

In movies