Gun To My Head

I stay contained inside myself
Enclosed in the hiding place of my mind
They can’t find me now
They can’t hurt me now

War veterans have nothing on us
The dark, the destroyed, the mangled
The forgotten youth of today
We can create our own wounds

They stare at us and laugh
They say we’re nothing to them
They think we’re not good enough
They don’t know that we’ll get revenge
Eventually

By dreams of glass

//Geisha deconstruct. (ask me if you're so curious about my life, darling.)