Sep 13
We are the things we so desperately desire be kept concealed:
the unsightly sensation of blood
painting our stained hands,
the sheer amount of hopelessness coursing inevitably
though the warren of our lifeless soul.
we are, what we are not.
the unsightly sensation of blood
painting our stained hands,
the sheer amount of hopelessness coursing inevitably
though the warren of our lifeless soul.
we are, what we are not.
A glimpse into the contradictions we hide within ourselves.
ironic, isn't it?
ironic, isn't it?
