•Self-Improvement•
•Philosophy•
•Gaming•
•Writing•
Too scared for a breath
Or the fact I can’t kiss her
Wouldn’t leave any left
In a spiral of twisters
In a nest carved of mess
I awoke as a drifter
On a hill, like the rest
(2/2)
Too scared for a breath
Or the fact I can’t kiss her
Wouldn’t leave any left
In a spiral of twisters
In a nest carved of mess
I awoke as a drifter
On a hill, like the rest
(2/2)
Alone, adrift
Amidst a place
Of faking
If prayers be real
But faith won’t heal
A proper case
Of latent-
Illness, then
Please mind your friend
Amongst the wraith
Of Satan
(2/2)
Alone, adrift
Amidst a place
Of faking
If prayers be real
But faith won’t heal
A proper case
Of latent-
Illness, then
Please mind your friend
Amongst the wraith
Of Satan
(2/2)