Kill Devil Hills
by Godbelow· from Painted Images With The Blood of
I swallowed days that leave no trace blaming who I
can to feel staring at empatiness taking up space excuses allow comfort
to be real breathing your oxygen within a vast parade of forbidden
expression is this so familiar old feeling that comes from being
misunderstood I couldn't feel a thing for a while but that was good
when I smiled say you wish again but it will not happen the crawling
isn't adding up.