Simplistic whores.
I looked up, fingered the dust line without making a sound. Floating by, rushing through veins, eyes are round. Removal of our souls. Die alone. Slurring words, heart dying but mind alive
I looked up, fingered the dust line without making a sound. Floating by, rushing through veins, eyes are round. Removal of our souls. Die alone. Slurring words, heart dying but mind alive
