Mar 22, 2010 02:46
Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground
Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness
And howl
i havent wrote in here forever, im genuinely happy in a weird ironic strange way. i work. 7 days a week. i'm trying to make it in this world. im going to refer to this as my: done eating shit for breakfast, being a grown up, and living my life. time of my 21st.