twinkle, twinkle
distant fire
someday life won't make me tired
hearing silent pleas for help
cuts stacked on her arms like shelves
twinkle, twinkle
starry night
disillusioned slaves won't fight
we would rather try to be
like the icons on TV
twinkle, twinkle
***** of hell
sacrificing thought is swell.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 7:34 PM UTC
twinkle, twinkle
distant fire
someday life won't make me tired
hearing silent pleas for help
cuts stacked on her arms like shelves
twinkle, twinkle
starry night
disillusioned slaves won't fight
we would rather try to be
like the icons on TV
twinkle, twinkle
***** of hell
sacrificing thought is swell.
An early draft; just some random inspiration.
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