Beautiful Creatures.

I lay my head down on his chest and cried because he had lived, cause he had died.

A dry ocean, a desert of emotion
Happiness, sadness, dark, light, sorrow, joy swept over me, under me.

I could hear the sound but I could not understand the words. 
And then i realized the sound was me, breaking.

In one moment I was feeling everything, and i was feeling nothing.
I was shattered, I was saved, I lost everything, I was given everything else.

Something in me died, something in me was born, 
I only knew the girl was gone.
Whoever I was now, I would never be her again.
This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.

Claim gratitude, fury, love, despair, hope, hate.
Claim the light, claim the dark, claim yourself.