Spread out across my soul.
The shell splayed open for all to see.
Bits of glass spew from the carcass, a fountain of sin.
Each breath I take, One stone, one broken bone.
Sticks litter the roadside, my body left out to cry.
Rumors of sunshine, ears bleed,... remorse for me?
Still, around the hands have stopped.
Dark, Damp, Cold.......................Hunger for the old.
The shell splayed open for all to see.
Bits of glass spew from the carcass, a fountain of sin.
Each breath I take, One stone, one broken bone.
Sticks litter the roadside, my body left out to cry.
Rumors of sunshine, ears bleed,... remorse for me?
Still, around the hands have stopped.
Dark, Damp, Cold.......................Hunger for the old.
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sjtwelve:
it's possible.
sjtwelve:
milla has bangs.