No one on the outside. Has heard from me in weeks. Wrapped up in the chaos. Come too far to recede. Try not to feed the fear within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
No one on the outside. Has heard from me in weeks. Wrapped up in the chaos. Come too far to recede. Try not to feed the fear within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
Burn through beats that pulse through the day oh. A sober awakening. Only when we're lost can we find ourselves again. A ritual that can't be explained.
Fresh starts from burnt ends. My body can't stand strong. To reminisce is to give in. A hand in the present. A foot in the past. A thirst to move forward.
It feels like sinking in. So unsure how to start. Where to begin?. Distress holds the knife. But I'm not afraid. Love lost delinquents. I'll hold the blade.