Well come on then,
O' silent killer,
That I have dared to call my thoughts,
Go on and stab me, pull the trigger,
And help whats left of me,
Get lost.
(m)
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts in words.
PoesíaThese are pages full of words. Full of words meaningless for some, but for few full of feels. I hope you enjoy these words, that aren't here just to fill pages, but are here waiting for the few who dare to seek the meaning behind the shallow wall of...
