You once said
that beneath this flesh of mine
are worlds and galaxies and universe
and ideas waiting to get out.
But boy, you are so wrong,
how can I tell you that within me
are not galaxies, but ghosts and demons
and dead souls wanting to get out?
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC
You once said
that beneath this flesh of mine
are worlds and galaxies and universe
and ideas waiting to get out.
But boy, you are so wrong,
how can I tell you that within me
are not galaxies, but ghosts and demons
and dead souls wanting to get out?
