For now all I have is a barren room
and these feelings with no deposit.
silence is a seamstress of disaster
as she gives shape for hate to manifest.
I must be insane
to find comfort in the presence of sorrow.
I'll bind myself to her embrace
and sleep just a bit longer.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
For now all I have is a barren room
and these feelings with no deposit.
silence is a seamstress of disaster
as she gives shape for hate to manifest.
I must be insane
to find comfort in the presence of sorrow.
I'll bind myself to her embrace
and sleep just a bit longer.
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