Sep 2019
It cuts into me as a knife.
Scarring the surface of my soul.
Blood rolls down the blade
Carrying whispers of uncertainties.
It stares at me as it breathes me in,
And I breathe my last.
Scarring the surface of my soul.
Blood rolls down the blade
Carrying whispers of uncertainties.
It stares at me as it breathes me in,
And I breathe my last.
