knives plunge into me
but they don’t pierce flesh
my soul escaped from the wounds
in a desperate attempt
i grasp the saboteurs
cold grip
only to find it connected
to my shoulder
knives plunge into me
but they don’t pierce flesh
my soul escaped from the wounds
in a desperate attempt
i grasp the saboteurs
cold grip
only to find it connected
to my shoulder
yes here’s my crown for ********* metaphors 👑