brittle bones and dial tones
lives turn to crap as young minds snap
the graves were made and roses laid
just play along, they're never wrong
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poesíathis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
lying down under a moving train sounds pretty good right now
brittle bones and dial tones
lives turn to crap as young minds snap
the graves were made and roses laid
just play along, they're never wrong
