the poison I carry in my vein
the poison I carry in my veins is thickened with the grief I carry in my blood.
poison mixed with grief is as deadly as the purple
yet it’s a part of me entirely
so bear with me, if words slips through my lips
and hands tremble...
poison mixed with grief is as deadly as the purple
yet it’s a part of me entirely
so bear with me, if words slips through my lips
and hands tremble...