~♡~
Can't even hear them
In all of this mayhem
That they created then
One two three four... ten
Voices clashed to condemn
And crashed in silent solemn
Hurtful words were spoken
Heartfelt pain waiting a token
Now wounds are all in the open
And in my drifting I took up a pen
To get my head rid of this vast ocean
Made of tears drowning me too often
For I try though to hold on my poor stem
As I can't help but love my blood in them
~♡~
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Drawings And Musings
ΤυχαίοJust because... they wanted to come out... they were whining endlessly, tumbling around in my head, so there they are now. Obviously it's not a story, just some thoughts and scratches that wanted to go somewhere else rather than staying in my mind...
