A corked bottle of self-loathing, floating in a sea of desperation.
It's a poem on suffocating possessiveness. It's a poem on suffocating possessiveness.
Merging with its fragments, Beating notes of transience... Merging with its fragments, Beating notes of transience...
Agony's firm grip, Noose around the neck. Agony's firm grip, Noose around the neck.
was taught to shield myself, From the prying hands of crowded spaces, was taught to shield myself, From the prying hands of crowded spaces,
Never did I have to struggle to catch his eyes, I was the Apple of his eyes. Never did I have to struggle to catch his eyes, I was the Apple of his eyes.
The master sculptor in an attempt for a perfect being Ended up with many an imperfect being. The master sculptor in an attempt for a perfect being Ended up with many an imp...