Poetry Prose Junk
ethereal-delusions:
We come ever closer. Just to Run a million miles a p ar t. And now I bang my head against the wall. I pray that I could f A l l D O W N To the asphalt and never be revived. I never want to hear the words ,”but I s u r v I v e d.”
We come ever closer. Just to Run a million miles a p ar t. And now I bang my head against the wall.
I pray that I could f A l l D O W N
To the asphalt and never be revived. I never want to hear the words ,”but I s u r v I v e d.”
This is awesome.