Hollow are those words that I’ve held so dear
Drunken to keep those same words away from that fear
But now the years have rolled by in filth covered lies
Almost dead enough for these demons to feast like flies
To give up on all that gave you life
Hurts more then those nights when getting lost with a knife
Love
Published inMain
This piece was short,
But definitely sweet.
A very deep creation with a very powerful ending.
“To give up on all that gave you life
Hurts more then those nights
when getting lost with a knife”
Tfs, friend.