school. wasn't. much. different
hosts of hopeless
h e a t h e n s
sung symphony's of sin.
torturous melodies
dancing in my ears
& beating their drums.
they
cut
me
open.
fresh wounds daily.
[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and th... More
school. wasn't. much. different
hosts of hopeless
h e a t h e n s
sung symphony's of sin.
torturous melodies
dancing in my ears
& beating their drums.
they
cut
me
open.
fresh wounds daily.