Whistling shrieks of wind
Blowing into my fragile earlobes
It hurts at first
But then the pain numbs
Back and forth
Back and forth
Decaying
Rotting
Can't find a way out
From the isolation inside my mind
My voice dropping towards the ground
My dreams and stars falling
Like the leaves of autumn
And then the trees start dying
The dead start crying
The spirits keep lying
As the wind stops sighing
YOU ARE READING
kiss me goodnight and tell me i'm pretty
Puisido you think we'll be in love forever?
