The hurricanes burn holes in my face. My emotion is acid. I can destroy.
As I press these weapons into my eyes galaxies appear behind the curtains.
They are invisible to you, and only for me.
Hold my knives tight. Share my pain.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
The hurricanes burn holes in my face. My emotion is acid. I can destroy.
As I press these weapons into my eyes galaxies appear behind the curtains.
They are invisible to you, and only for me.
Hold my knives tight. Share my pain.
