Earth: A place that spins you around until you can’t feel the limbs of your body any longer. Cut the chords from the puppet masters tight strings around your limbs and run free from the heavy current the world is slowly heading for.
Posted on Saturday November 7th
About me
I can't promise you life, neither can I promise myself to live.
I'll let my demons fly sky high.
The walls hold me gently, I mutter slightly, light everlasting, what shall I do?
And the demon in my head will stay.
And I know that if she does you'll stray.
Oh, how I need her more than ever now...
Because the hole's in my hands haven't quite formed yet, haven't quite settled in...
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