jillaryy
my soul longs for another man's soul. his name carved into another man's heart.
oh when will i ever get a hold on both
there will always be a time where we'll be on our verge in breaking down. after that final moment of consciousness, you'll find yourself composed with wet cheeks and red eyes.
wake up.. the dream is over. its time to live the so called reality. but this reality is just a holographic chamber. an illusion. this is death disguised as life.
blotches rhyme with watches..
i don't know what it means..
but i'll try to stay keen..
they said,don't think and just write..
but right now, i really don't sound bright