There are people who will put their toes in the middle of your dream and keep pressing until it's torn apart. I am that person.
No you are that monster.
YOU ARE READING
Final Throes Of The Unfurling
Poetry"I strived to rise but every rise has a fall, I quit, I quit and that's all." Just a bunch of emotions sucked by the pen and bled on the pages. Can be seen in the dried marks on the pillow, Dark hollows of rapidly blinking eyes, And the corners of...
Monster
There are people who will put their toes in the middle of your dream and keep pressing until it's torn apart. I am that person.
No you are that monster.
