My skin burns from the pain of the ink
The ink you blasted upon my epidermis
Why I let you do it... I swear I may never know
I guess I knew you'd end up a memory buried in the snow
And damn my existence that I'd let that go
So within this ink lies your presence...
Upon this wounded body I lay your essence
Keep a place for me... I'd sleep between you for it's nothing
So I know you've got to leave
Take down some summer time
Give up just tonight
Cause I know you've got something coming
You're spitting game, I know you got it
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BIPOLAR SPIFF
RandomDepictions of my truest expressions. Stories of my heart's deepest labyrinth Everything you read here has a physical, mental or emotional link to the life I live. So don't just read it Let it seep into your bloodstream Let your heart synchronize...
