Feb 2014
tired of loving an empty stomach
but handcuffed to the feeling it brings me:
i've lost the key and am tired of looking for it.
trying to allow my scars to fade away but
addicted to the stink of blood.
sometimes i think i'm more stained with the
smell of my salty blood than with the
smell of my chain smoked cigarettes.
but handcuffed to the feeling it brings me:
i've lost the key and am tired of looking for it.
trying to allow my scars to fade away but
addicted to the stink of blood.
sometimes i think i'm more stained with the
smell of my salty blood than with the
smell of my chain smoked cigarettes.
obs: trigger warning
obs2: wrote this last year but couldn't think of a decent title so there you have a ****** one
obs2: wrote this last year but couldn't think of a decent title so there you have a ****** one
