Feb 2019
I am but a prisoner to your affections
I am:
Self Shackled
Noose Tied
Hanging on to your every word.
I dare not speak,
For when I do,
Rivers of rot,
Spill out unto you.
I am:
Self Shackled
Noose Tied
Hanging on to your every word.
I dare not speak,
For when I do,
Rivers of rot,
Spill out unto you.
putting all my eggs into a half collapsed basket i guess
