Painted boy,
With trees in his skin.
Uses the drums, to fight
Anxiety and win.
Skeleton boy
With his eyes full of ghosts,
Reveals lyrics that once hid,
But still thinks than most.
Mutant kids,
With hopes in our fists,
Decide to stay alive,
As our dying wish.
- flower field
- JoinedDecember 4, 2016
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