Oct 2018
Thin lines
Paint my skin
Those memories kick in
The cold swipe
like ice across my skin
The warm crimson flows
the sight
only numbs me
The feeling I yearn for
is no longer found through the open wounds
it seems impossible to find
Paint my skin
Those memories kick in
The cold swipe
like ice across my skin
The warm crimson flows
the sight
only numbs me
The feeling I yearn for
is no longer found through the open wounds
it seems impossible to find
*Trigger Warning* I might actually turn this into a song if I feel up to it. I don't know about you, but I think I have fallen in love with the way these words make me feel. It's so strange. Hope you enjoy! (2 posts in one night lets go)
