She struck straight through me
With a sharp, silver, spear
She said she loved me
So I suppressed superstition
but now...
She stabbed me with a stimulant
That scared my soul
So much so that,
I feel sickening sadness
And show grey stained smiles.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 6:38 PM UTC
She struck straight through me
With a sharp, silver, spear
She said she loved me
So I suppressed superstition
but now...
She stabbed me with a stimulant
That scared my soul
So much so that,
I feel sickening sadness
And show grey stained smiles.