raging internal war. feeling bombs detonate in the caves of my core, exploded shrapnel tearing up my lungs, my stomach, my heart. but you cant see the lacerations, the spitting blood; just a despondent face, buried in hands that do a poor job of concealing it, so out of place.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
raging internal war. feeling bombs detonate in the caves of my core, exploded shrapnel tearing up my lungs, my stomach, my heart. but you cant see the lacerations, the spitting blood; just a despondent face, buried in hands that do a poor job of concealing it, so out of place.