Even your guardian angel gave up on you and the tiny devil on your shoulder no longer felt needed.
You made your own demons. You dream up terrible angels.
You were a hell all on your own.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 9:37 AM UTC
Even your guardian angel gave up on you and the tiny devil on your shoulder no longer felt needed.
You made your own demons. You dream up terrible angels.
You were a hell all on your own.
also not a poem. no more poems again ever. poetry is horrible if it wasn't carved on any sort of skin.
