Dec 2018
And with the ticking of the clock.
It shatters.
And every little thing
I've been holding on the glass shelf
Above me
Crashes over my head,
Leaving me
Drenched,
Cold,
And trembling.
Alone.
~TMH
It shatters.
And every little thing
I've been holding on the glass shelf
Above me
Crashes over my head,
Leaving me
Drenched,
Cold,
And trembling.
Alone.
~TMH
