Xs on my eyes and an O on my heart
luck is all it takes to rip me apart
skeletons and fire, I wish I was dead
but i'm forced to keep on living instead
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poesiai won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
hospitalised
Xs on my eyes and an O on my heart
luck is all it takes to rip me apart
skeletons and fire, I wish I was dead
but i'm forced to keep on living instead
