About this user
Life From a Bottle
there's a burden on my soul
a heavy hearted sorrow scars
an already open wound
let waters run bloody
let minds drown in the melody of things
a spinning head
and a twisted spine
another living dead entity
walking among the mortal
pale illuminating skin
vandalized by the tears
that paint it
pores seeping sadness
eyes glossed with guilt
though the key held
is innocence
a ghostly reflected face
that cant see itself
tighten the noose
and swallow that last
moment of life
from my bottle.
Hometown
dont got one
Country
United States
