hospitalised and criminally insane
the hope left your body like the blood left your vein
your heart isn't beating like it used to, honey
the walls close in around you, isn't it funny?
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poésiei 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.))
call the doctor!!!
hospitalised and criminally insane
the hope left your body like the blood left your vein
your heart isn't beating like it used to, honey
the walls close in around you, isn't it funny?
