I've got nothing, but tears in my eyes
Scars on my back
Blood spurting out of my veins.
A knife of words was thrown and attacked.
To me.
A collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind. More
I've got nothing, but tears in my eyes
Scars on my back
Blood spurting out of my veins.
A knife of words was thrown and attacked.
To me.