Hurt + Fake
Stars aligned as the crests of hurt
slash into my dry lips
Sending agony throughtout the tormented figure,
That is the wrenched mass:
My heart
Aches swirl in the body of my being
Hell unleashes itself among the slaughtered thoughs
About the shell that is myself
I'm a fake.
My mind repeats,
But I don't listen.
I never do.
slash into my dry lips
Sending agony throughtout the tormented figure,
That is the wrenched mass:
My heart
Aches swirl in the body of my being
Hell unleashes itself among the slaughtered thoughs
About the shell that is myself
I'm a fake.
My mind repeats,
But I don't listen.
I never do.