when it's cold and desolate
let fire bring us together
auburn wells of tears and fears
help me complicate myself into a new form
becoming of nothing
in pure unfiltered hopeless
have you found your keys yet?
if not my use is gone
if not human
By nlmacnamara
the anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human"... More