Gray skin creeps in slowly
through the open door
Hold your breath, tread carefully
Who are you looking for?
Tell you what you want to hear
Leave the truth behind
Tell you what you need to hear
Words come with a price
Stare at you straight through stained glass
Smiles fade away...
[w.i.p.]
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
Gray skin creeps in slowly
through the open door
Hold your breath, tread carefully
Who are you looking for?
Tell you what you want to hear
Leave the truth behind
Tell you what you need to hear
Words come with a price
Stare at you straight through stained glass
Smiles fade away...
[w.i.p.]
for those of you who know homestuck. any advice for the next few lines? a w.i.p.
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