4 days ago
I've told you, all...especially "you", that you've hurt me.
Taken my open wounds, and filled it with ash and salt and desert me.
I've told you how I'm feeling.I mean, "the writing is on the wall"...
"literally," published it on Vocal Media, for fuck sakes, And you did nothing, at all. Merely, stole my soul, took my body, my time, and took me to hell. Me, who has not died, but somehow was buried as well.
Priest and Prayers... over my coffin, No roses, or pedals, false words, spread over idol word...