Small Brown Bike The Mouth Of Madness
we're all here. consumed with fear. compounded. a situation just like you. i cant look at you without seeing parts of myself. the farthest star in the sky. i can hear it. the best has yet to occur. i can feel it. sleep through the night. (i want to close my eyes) from street to street. (why me?) thoughts in your voice. (i can hear them) consumed with me. (i can hear them) sputtering and shifting. dont unlock the doors. theres potential in my weakness that i havent felt before.