i can't beat the clock.
the hands of death,
if hands at all,
are linked to my limbs, in martyrdom.
in fall, i smell lilies,
like those we tossed into the ground
with you.
why are we buried closer to hell?
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
i can't beat the clock.
the hands of death,
if hands at all,
are linked to my limbs, in martyrdom.
in fall, i smell lilies,
like those we tossed into the ground
with you.
why are we buried closer to hell?