your soul is hidden
in the folds of sanity
beneath my fevered skin.
it dances in languid motion
among bruised walls
& punctured veins,
endlessly waiting
for an impossible cure.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
your soul is hidden
in the folds of sanity
beneath my fevered skin.
it dances in languid motion
among bruised walls
& punctured veins,
endlessly waiting
for an impossible cure.
