she calld me… amasing when i know its not true but i whant it to be true
“self”
skin parting blood
boling steel gleeming …
tears flowing
seed of self destruchion
ever sowing
love of your self never lifting
all way spining out of controle
out of proporsion
never stoping
all ways been there
never seen the truth
of it the dry blood craking
the wet staning
what a lovely day