Let the grief run down your face. Permit yourself to do so. Unprohibited routes that posses the taste of agony. Break free. I'll claim your soul once it's been struck enough times for me to enjoy. I'll be the ghost that'll hunt your pain.
YOU ARE READING
Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
