When i look in the mirror, its not me i see.
But a ghost, a shell, that will release.
And in my eyes, i see stars, drops of fire in the rain.
That drip down, into a darkness, that feeds on pain.
I take comfort in the solace, of being insane.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
When i look in the mirror, its not me i see.
But a ghost, a shell, that will release.
And in my eyes, i see stars, drops of fire in the rain.
That drip down, into a darkness, that feeds on pain.
I take comfort in the solace, of being insane.
