Apr 2019
This aching,
its hollow.
I feel it bouncing between my ribcage,
hear it echoing down the corridor of my mind
what once were steady hands began to shake
flightless bird
death looks cold on you
its hollow.
I feel it bouncing between my ribcage,
hear it echoing down the corridor of my mind
what once were steady hands began to shake
flightless bird
death looks cold on you
