Mar 2014
The significance
Of the unintended
Is the bane of my existence
Deafened by the eerie echoes of regret
Whose sounds make a mockery of my soul
I pray for the fear to go to sleep.
Of the unintended
Is the bane of my existence
Deafened by the eerie echoes of regret
Whose sounds make a mockery of my soul
I pray for the fear to go to sleep.
