I dream of dark nights.
Hatred takes shape of every image that is you.
My lungs fill with toxic rage that make these words cut like knives on the worlds finest thread.
****** blues. Take my analysis.
Graphic images fill the screen. So many see.
Believe me.
I never wanted to make you famous.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
I dream of dark nights.
Hatred takes shape of every image that is you.
My lungs fill with toxic rage that make these words cut like knives on the worlds finest thread.
****** blues. Take my analysis.
Graphic images fill the screen. So many see.
Believe me.
I never wanted to make you famous.
