Streets full of empty people whose only ambition to survive. Bodies full of empty souls and minds full of thoughts, trying to be for once alive.
.. it aint good it ain't bad either. who knows?
one day we will be bleed again realizing we got heart. music in the ears battling thoughts and illusions , crying without a single word coming out of my mouth.
Spiders looking sitting around and protecting from falling apart.
Crawls whispering each other if im gonna be their next queen, sociopath is what im becoming with dead roses bloom inside my lungs giving an end for my lost path.