I carved out the songs of my demons on my skin, hoping they'd stop playing in my head. But every time I see their scriptures laid out with my red ink, the melody only plays louder, over and over and over and over and over...
—c.c.
songs
I carved out the songs of my demons on my skin, hoping they'd stop playing in my head. But every time I see their scriptures laid out with my red ink, the melody only plays louder, over and over and over and over and over...
—c.c.