Thunder rumbles from inside this house,
Behind thin walls of paper,
There's no separating the beautiful from the foul.
The fools in this home will never go unnoticed, you make a boom wherever you go, with no warning to the people within.
You make ears bleed,
Eyes water,
And glass shatter.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Ethereal - poems
PoesiaThese are my thoughts. To myself and others. They are the things I wish I could yell. Scream even. But I feel I should put the thoughts to rest in the pixels of a page. Rest In Peace.
