i cry. everyone cries. the moonlight seeks my approval i hold onto and cherish my sadness depression is a comforting wound. you hurt. i died for you. i died upon my upside down cross. if i knew where you were i’d find a wound in which you had and i would lay salt in it… Continue reading dreams bloody dreams
Tag: squeal
Give us this day our daily bread…
drifting and dreaming draining your life tired of stealing but without it id die