Another Day In Paradise

My feet on the soil trying to help a skeleton walk the line. Nothing but bones and still such a rotting burden. I wonder when I started needing help just to pump my bleeding heart. I fall flat on the ground before I’m limping away from here. I know what’s about to happen, when you shadow collides it becomes so obvious. Prehistoric experience a head of faith it self

A picture painted black and white tells two stories at the same time without the one the others dead.
What does expression of sadness really mean? And how do you do it when you’re on your own?

I keep asking a mirror and get it all back in return. Sometimes before I’ve even reached to ask my bloody request. Another fucking day in paradise, another day on the dark moons side. Just a total sacrifice to become what we are longing for