If I was deaf I would think I was screaming
The emptiness eats away at me
Skin like ripped Jeans
Heart of glass
mind of stone
They cut me open just to watch me bleed
I'm waving through a window
I try to scream but nobody can hear me
Banging on the glass with bloodied knuckles
My hands are raw
Blood dripping down a marble wall
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
If I was deaf I would think I was screaming
The emptiness eats away at me
Skin like ripped Jeans
Heart of glass
mind of stone
They cut me open just to watch me bleed
I'm waving through a window
I try to scream but nobody can hear me
Banging on the glass with bloodied knuckles
My hands are raw
Blood dripping down a marble wall
Just a bunch of lines I strung together. I like how scattered it feels.