Shaking Chill
Turning Stomachs
Without you I am an outline of myself. Slowly, beginning from the center, I am erased completely. I am empty, letting everything pass through me
You used to fill me in, but you are now like a retired pen, the color has been wasted on scribbles.
You used to fill me in, but you are now like a retired pen, the color has been wasted on scribbles.