my entire head feels like a dark alley way, with the cold winter breeze blowing the dead leaves around. my ribs are like a hollow tree trunk. my lungs are rotting wind chimes that no longer make that beautiful sound on a chilly fall morning. it feels almost sinful to smile. I constantly feel like I'm walking around a grave yard with no other living breathing human around, but that feels a lot more like home than any other ****** place in this twisted place we call "home."
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
my entire head feels like a dark alley way, with the cold winter breeze blowing the dead leaves around. my ribs are like a hollow tree trunk. my lungs are rotting wind chimes that no longer make that beautiful sound on a chilly fall morning. it feels almost sinful to smile. I constantly feel like I'm walking around a grave yard with no other living breathing human around, but that feels a lot more like home than any other ****** place in this twisted place we call "home."
