//PLEASE READ TRIGGER WARNING//
TW: IMPLIED MASS DEATH, ROT/INFESTATION
There's nothing good on TV
The world has burned, now it's just me
Rot my brain and kill my eyes
I can't breathe, I've been bled dry
The worms have gotten in their heads
Their bones have been picked clean
Reruns play, they're left for dead
Heads full of empty dreams
Layers of blankets smother our cries
The static fills our ears
It's been so long since we've seen the sun
Now there's no room for tears
YOU ARE READING
Works of the Seamstress
PuisiI am the Seamstress. Give me your stories, And I will spin them Into fictious tales of Glory and terror, Romance and adventure, Questions unanswered, And unprompted guidance. //Requests are open!// //PLEASE READ TRIGGER WARNINGS//
