Tekstovi: Pageninetynine. Document #8. We Left As Skeletons.

You are every ounce of horror
every reminding second of a
completely terrible life, you're the
single most constant mistake
of why most my bodyaches.
and from the cold iron shackles
you locked around my heart
to the chunks of my life you picked
out from your teeth, i remember
for a moment about the person
i used to be