some randomness from the ever failing skull that is my own....
the markers, the masking tape, the lies, the love. this mistrust makes me oh so tired...
oh how they all fold together and embrace each other once they are under the covers.
i love pulling teeth in the dark, the sparks that light up behind their eyes as it dislodges for its once comfy home.
there was once a hole in a heart it bleed for days. no amount of tread could heal this ghastly wound. the doctor said it was a broken heart.
i haven't seen you cry in such a long time it is starting to make me wonder are you the same person you used to be. did they sew up the glands behind your eyes. are you even real? how can i ever be sure.
i can build a house be it will never feel like home.
oh how they all fold together and embrace each other once they are under the covers.
i love pulling teeth in the dark, the sparks that light up behind their eyes as it dislodges for its once comfy home.
there was once a hole in a heart it bleed for days. no amount of tread could heal this ghastly wound. the doctor said it was a broken heart.
i haven't seen you cry in such a long time it is starting to make me wonder are you the same person you used to be. did they sew up the glands behind your eyes. are you even real? how can i ever be sure.
i can build a house be it will never feel like home.