im empty and
unfeeling in your arms;
arms made from cold
desertion, crushing me
in your metal hold
killing me bit by bit and
with no words at all
the silence is worse then
the screams of hate
YOU ARE READING
pretty mask of lies
Şiirnot everything is as they may seem; the first look deceives many or in other words, shit poetry I write when I'm sad (cover photo isn't mine)
