The solace of sting salt lets me wash away my burns but some still smolder inside
They fester inside never allowing me to cry and relieve them of their duty
but they never let me die
I will wither if the flames of past regret were to diminish
I would fall onto the dust of my undoing
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
The solace of sting salt lets me wash away my burns but some still smolder inside
They fester inside never allowing me to cry and relieve them of their duty
but they never let me die
I will wither if the flames of past regret were to diminish
I would fall onto the dust of my undoing