I write for you
For my inner occupation
on which my hopes depend
since i am drowning
in my own mouth
I just can’t
answer for a life
that never end
outside my own skin
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
I write for you
For my inner occupation
on which my hopes depend
since i am drowning
in my own mouth
I just can’t
answer for a life
that never end
outside my own skin