Ichor
mental mires crisscrossed with wires
emotional hellscape tickles my nape
endless cold shivers, hands covered in slivers
from grasping at branches outstreatched
I wonder how does it feel, not being torn asunder?
does your mind...
emotional hellscape tickles my nape
endless cold shivers, hands covered in slivers
from grasping at branches outstreatched
I wonder how does it feel, not being torn asunder?
does your mind...