Feb 2019
The ink impregnated in time
Woe is me; For there I am trapped
That moment is different to me now
That [name] should be dead
Yet there I am doomed to live
It was staring into the ink that winter
That I learned how to die
I practiced killing that picture
Woe is me; For there I am trapped
That moment is different to me now
That [name] should be dead
Yet there I am doomed to live
It was staring into the ink that winter
That I learned how to die
I practiced killing that picture
Don't tell me the soul isn't trapped in a photo
Note: My name is omitted for anonymity
Note: My name is omitted for anonymity
