Soul Whirling Somewhere When I Dream I Fall I Hit
if i died today, the hole in my head would be a lot
cleaner than the one in my heart. every time i see these
people, the more they move, the more i draw back, and see
just how far apart i've become. with a scowl on my face
that either means i'm gonna hit something, or i'm just
too unfriendly to approach... and it's driving me mad.
the more i bite my fingers, one day i'm gonna swallow my
soul before i get a chance to feel like i used to again.
will i ever bother to put a breath towards anything
again? try to feel a little like i used to again. just a
little like i did then.
