You are walking inside my lungs

[gnomestones]

and when i breath, i can't feel you

you let me down when i need to be up.

bones brittle

forever my blood will slowly drain,
from my ripped heart.

alcohol is posion in our viens

it robs us of sense.

Comments

[tongueofcass]

where is your black eye-liner?

are you ok?

[gnomestones]

shut up craig....yeah i am ok....i like writing about how i feel when i hurt.