Echo chamber
Rethink anew. Admit it raw.
Sitting within my fuse, are words that daunt.
Countlessly overused. Rolling off of my tongue.
Written bruise, burns right through,
pre-existing rage of which still proves me wrong.
Walls transfigure...
Sitting within my fuse, are words that daunt.
Countlessly overused. Rolling off of my tongue.
Written bruise, burns right through,
pre-existing rage of which still proves me wrong.
Walls transfigure...