drowning in self-hatred,
bruises decorating the skin,
following the footsteps of the brainless,i found you, flowers blooming in my chest,
suffocating me with their enchanting scent.
FIVE.
drowning in self-hatred,
bruises decorating the skin,
following the footsteps of the brainless,i found you, flowers blooming in my chest,
suffocating me with their enchanting scent.