Bashing the walls never saved her,
she never got out and I got used
to the screaming.
The room, opposite of frigid, steaming.
It abused insiders, visitors and people seeming
touched, by the history it carried.
It buries more than most can handle.
But a place does not feel pity,
you can not blame the city.
The pressure of a chance at being blind after
makes the ability of dreaming so
much dafter.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
Bashing the walls never saved her,
she never got out and I got used
to the screaming.
The room, opposite of frigid, steaming.
It abused insiders, visitors and people seeming
touched, by the history it carried.
It buries more than most can handle.
But a place does not feel pity,
you can not blame the city.
The pressure of a chance at being blind after
makes the ability of dreaming so
much dafter.
I'll thank you later
