I'm like a plague of locusts on the goddamn horizon 💖
it serves nothing.
Creates nothing.
Will the beating of my heart forever be a clenched fist?
it serves nothing.
Creates nothing.
Will the beating of my heart forever be a clenched fist?
the cold air chilling my exposed skin
the full moon lighting up the city
the echo of distant sirens and glass shattering against the pavement
screaming, pleading, begging me to just go
to dissappear and become a ghost story
haunting everyone I ever loved
the cold air chilling my exposed skin
the full moon lighting up the city
the echo of distant sirens and glass shattering against the pavement
screaming, pleading, begging me to just go
to dissappear and become a ghost story
haunting everyone I ever loved