Vert Tomb
literature always reads the cut bleeds the puppy feeds and a soul needs and a soul bleeds unless it feeds laying there I never saw the ground move from under me staring at the stars with you I'm swallowed by the lie of never seeing where I am for one moment I can understand I would give you anything anypart of me my haert beets faster than light it's a dark world no cancle in the night well my soul is wanting yours my haert is wanting syone my life begs for early death when I'm with you you're all alone and a soul bleeds bleeds on me and you and when we're one we fall apart die alone with a blank tomb stone that reads...
