What do you want?
My rot soul,
soft dry lips,
thirsty eyes,
is what I have.
Though I know this.
Empty cups,
hands and legs,
failure's bliss,
is what you owe.
That's what you always tell me,
That's what I always know.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC
What do you want?
My rot soul,
soft dry lips,
thirsty eyes,
is what I have.
Though I know this.
Empty cups,
hands and legs,
failure's bliss,
is what you owe.
That's what you always tell me,
That's what I always know.
Whenever I feel like I somehow deserve better, I like to think like this.