The marks on my body form the map to my past.
Every burn a distant memory of a time I thought I wouldn't last.
I'm forever trapped in this vessel of pity and disgrace.
Can't you see the embarrassment present all over my face?
My soul forever longing the flames warm embrace.
Please. I beg you. Take me to that place.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
The marks on my body form the map to my past.
Every burn a distant memory of a time I thought I wouldn't last.
I'm forever trapped in this vessel of pity and disgrace.
Can't you see the embarrassment present all over my face?
My soul forever longing the flames warm embrace.
Please. I beg you. Take me to that place.
