hunt

[graveofyou]

simple hot wiry streaks fill the air,
like confessions to a priest who doesn’t want to hear it.
we flick and fight in words that don’t mean anything.
the price of a built up stack of anger is one unmatched.
violent demise, violent birth.
we can say it’s all the same, and that none of it matters.
but truth hidden under the chair whispers, breathes, to

Comments

[favrecord]

THIS ISNT OVER YET!!!

[graveofyou]

EXACTLY !!!!!

[r3ading_emory]

So Powerful! <.3