dry soul
Sep 3, 2020
clocks on the walls,
consume my being
decay my longing
end my aches
loosen my screws
break the chains of time
burn these empty lines
dead within these rhymes
clocks on the walls,
consume my being
decay my longing
end my aches
loosen my screws
break the chains of time
burn these empty lines
dead within these rhymes
