sucking the light from my crystal skies
it takes so much strength to open my eyes
getting up in the morning is a painful chore
at school, my name is 'stupid whore'
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi 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.))
12:59am
sucking the light from my crystal skies
it takes so much strength to open my eyes
getting up in the morning is a painful chore
at school, my name is 'stupid whore'
