There's no more use concealing,
The sky is now my ceiling.
Pull me down to the pits of Hell,
I'll only come up and burn your shell.
YOU ARE READING
Stelliferous
PoetryWords strung together by a broken heart.... Coming out jumbled by a wary mind.... Do read if you think that Words can either build our worlds Or destroy them. "And when your whole, wide world is lost in the abyss, I'll be that start that guides you...
