there are two words in my eyes. you wrap your fingers around and gouge them out, laughing when blood spurts. the dreams, they are gone. you play awhile and discard them.
wake me up before i die.
Always an afterthought, never a plan.
there are two words in my eyes. you wrap your fingers around and gouge them out, laughing when blood spurts. the dreams, they are gone. you play awhile and discard them.
wake me up before i die.
Posted by Teleute at 11:40 pm