There's hope in your quailing shadow.
Venim gloss your smile.
Unlock the iron from your eyelids.
walk free anger from fury's inner exile.
Your head, a compendium of trouble
and corner-store flat battery fantasy.
The driven and the lonely
breaking up behind your denim sleave.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
There's hope in your quailing shadow.
Venim gloss your smile.
Unlock the iron from your eyelids.
walk free anger from fury's inner exile.
Your head, a compendium of trouble
and corner-store flat battery fantasy.
The driven and the lonely
breaking up behind your denim sleave.
Tattoo loneliness sadness