Tar.

Moving as slow as tar is still moving.

Holding on to those moments until my knuckles turn white.

Who knew such power could live in a glance.

Those tiny moments are what I live for.

The taste that makes you glad you're alive.

The walls are caving in from the pressure of my mind.

Maybe you are the one that can relieve that pressure.

Maybe I can save myself.

We can let those demons play instead of destroying ourselves.

I won't be consumed any longer.

This is our chance. We are the lucky ones.

-rin.

Pink Pumpkins.

Painting the Pumpkins Pink
Still beautiful even if it's covered in imperfections.
Scarred to perfection. Covering the natural state with paint.
Turning it into what it was meant to be.
Decorating the surface to make it more beautiful.
I change things to please me even more.
With every change brings things closer to perfect in my eyes.
What can be wrong with that?
What can be wrong with doing what I find beautiful?
What can be wrong with doing what brings me happiness and peace?
Why would I strive for someone else's idea of perfection?
Pink warpaint to face the world.

If it's all you want, who could crush that?

My dreams can come true.

It's already perfect.

-rin.

Life is but a dream.

Inside the wonderland.

Living in my dream world.

Swallowed up by fantasy.

Don't let people talk you down from your cloud.

One day that'll be mine,

No need being jealous of the dead.

Come to the surface

before water fills your lungs.

Swim in your desires

and know you have won.

Using my weapons of imagination

I know it's on it's way.

Excitement festers.

All you can do is enjoy

before it's gone.

-rin.