Sep 27
Your nails against my epicenter.
Puncture.
Wound.
Source of life trickling out.
Pulsating with animateness.
Systematic erosion.
I am at peace.
Dying here in the now.
As long as you're happy.
Puncture.
Wound.
Source of life trickling out.
Pulsating with animateness.
Systematic erosion.
I am at peace.
Dying here in the now.
As long as you're happy.
