Dec 2020
withering smile
fractured skin
dimming moobeam
hinting
tragedies
i grab a pen
and a napkin
cut my words deep
until i bleed
poetries
fractured skin
dimming moobeam
hinting
tragedies
i grab a pen
and a napkin
cut my words deep
until i bleed
poetries
basked in poetries
soak up in blood
this'd be the death of me
and it hurt me,
hurt me so good.
soak up in blood
this'd be the death of me
and it hurt me,
hurt me so good.
