"When you feel my heat, look into my eyes,
It's where my demons hide..."
¬Imagine Dragons
When those eyes smile at you, doesn't mean it is happy inside
Eyes that look are common, eyes that see are rare
You understand me but only by looking at me
Not by seeing me
Travel deep through me
"It's dark inside it's where my demons hide "
And am just weakening
Losing
Winning hopelessly in a futile war of sorrow.
YOU ARE READING
Slow Death
Historia CortaThis book is my getaway, my escape, my feelings. It's utter shit but if you wish to read it you may :) Quite a lot of emotions,feelings that are depressed, hurt, confused, fucked up..suicidal.. //pluvio-nyctophile//
