Summers End

Victim
devoured time with your story of fiction caste into my flesh like a hook through my lips that has kept me bonded and remained silent with stitches keep me bounded by your wonders tied up and gagged by your curse caress my dead soul with your wisdom for this is the last straw I am the victim your silence helped consume me never to let the door be kicked in and to share my pain within myself no one else as this casket is closed over me full of razors and nails the screams of agony through small cracks inside. From Letras Mania