you walked through the door
spilling blood and gore
do you always commit murder
at this hour?
YOU ARE READING
dead stars: wishing and admiring from afar
Poetryprose & poetry to the stars that we used to have in our lives, i am sure that they have shined the brightest in their lifetime. my heart grieves with you.
spill
you walked through the door
spilling blood and gore
do you always commit murder
at this hour?
