Apr 2020
I penetrate, when my pen iterate
As I paint it red, killing thoughts of you
Pages out of space, such a weird case
As this paper trace, every pain it read
Even though I hate, it's an essence of you
As I paint it red, killing thoughts of you
Pages out of space, such a weird case
As this paper trace, every pain it read
Even though I hate, it's an essence of you
Every word of hate I put on paper will have an essence of you.
