My hair is messy, My make up’s off, My heart is tough, But my skin is soft.
I walk through the space. The space walks through me. I am this lonely planet’s billionth progeny. I revere and ravage, She nurtures and reaps. This classic co-dependance is naturally unhealthy.
How can I compete? How to be complete... I’m just one lost soul in a black hole with two twisted feet. Left handed, Forever branded: