I bet you thought it would be different, being human.
Category: pain
SHE
…sharp teeth of an angel.
CLARIFY
I write what I feel, and I let it go.
Wolves
We point at the path of sticky entrails and we blame you.
dead me, dead you
This can’t bode well, can it?
You Can’t Say That, Pt 7
A heart monitor with no ups or downs reflects a dead heart.
i love you
Looks like rain…
