Into the fire, we are cast. |


No Worth, No Reason, No FutureThese fluctuations in my heart They spread me thin My blood runs cold but my face hot As the tears burn trails along my cheeks And the scream deafens Penetrating the walls around me To my knees I fall and begin to break Hands on the cold stone beneath Longing and lorn Eternal the pain It will never end Unless I find the door And escape Tearing through skin Shredding that beneath Freeing my waters upon the stone beneath My escape is near The key has been turned As my skin grows white Cold and as milk Gnash my teeth &nbsNo Worth, No Reason, No Future
Into the fire, we are cast. |
The beauty of our surroundings is enough to overwhelm. |
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I am a gardener. A brutal gardener. And remember: You can't complain about bad critiquing if you put the work up for critiques. You're a weak person if you deny honest critiques. |
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