Nov 2018
the absence of you
hits like ecstasy
in the lake of my tar-black pupils
you can see the regret
my teeth chatter loudly
but you can still hear the sound of goodbye
right before the crash
hits like ecstasy
in the lake of my tar-black pupils
you can see the regret
my teeth chatter loudly
but you can still hear the sound of goodbye
right before the crash
