The turmoil, the chaos, the knife, the teeth.
everything tearing deep inside me.
The blank eyes, dead words, drops of stone,
the chills that reach the deepest bone.
The hate, the fire, the burning hearts,
What is the whole if it misses it's parts?
What is love if there is not hate,
and what is time if you were not too late?
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
The turmoil, the chaos, the knife, the teeth.
everything tearing deep inside me.
The blank eyes, dead words, drops of stone,
the chills that reach the deepest bone.
The hate, the fire, the burning hearts,
What is the whole if it misses it's parts?
What is love if there is not hate,
and what is time if you were not too late?