The headacheNerves on end,twisted like a snake into the distancebeyond the bend.Twelve brain twitchesand gooey vain popsbut the blood still sheds unti..
untitledlack of sleep playswith written wordsthat tear at the seamand flutter along black birdsthe forbidden door locks,life is the key,I beg for it b..
last one i promiseblack eyeliner dropping down her hairon a Tuesday morning drenched with despairthe locks within her eyes had charisma that could las..