Oct 2014
In my mind, all there is
Is knives.
They cut,
They saw,
They slaughter my mind.
The blades plague my every thought.
How do I break them?
How do I do it?
Is knives.
They cut,
They saw,
They slaughter my mind.
The blades plague my every thought.
How do I break them?
How do I do it?
Some of my "poetry" may not be poetry.
