the room filled with white empty promisesseeping from the wallsare dropsof false hopeher eyes are bursting with colorpupils are stretching with happin..
id wrap your intestines around the cylinder of my throat satisfied because no matter how crude the world saw them;it was still a part of youthe feelin..
you have to rip your soul a few times before you fully fathom the meaning of why I loved youthe memories of you did nothing but stick tome like barnac..