Other Trees
Sharp Tooth
The smell of your skincould make any wolf grin.Cracked and broken bones,you said that there was nothing more that could make you feel less at home.Patterns of lightsshined through your eyes in the middle of the night.They poured out onto the worn paisley sheets.Holes in your head, bones so unique.You realized i was gone,beneath your feet, all along.I was the one digging in the dirtchasing the worms.The chill in the aircould make any match flare.Blown out by the wind,once again.Sharp toothed by dawn.All the light was gone,but did it feel wrong?
From Letras Mania