Humble and held together By rotting breaking strings Nothing on the mind But hate and broken dreams What once was but a splinter Has now become a tree Sticking in the mind What no one cares to see I stand alone on a beach With angry tides and benchful sands Blood running down my arm… Continue reading Final Thoughts
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worthless to name…
deadmen walking all around these heads of ours. I’m delighted by thy eyes. I can’t find you. They pass -hours- Thee try to reach my heart. yet i’m not meant to belong. Thee attaint to kill me; all thee do is love.