My clenched fists are released.
My burning heart wants to ease.
My watery eyes are now just porcelain;
Wide and White.
Because my body is now just an art of
numbness.-
The art of feeling nothing.
unfelt skin
My clenched fists are released.
My burning heart wants to ease.
My watery eyes are now just porcelain;
Wide and White.
Because my body is now just an art of
numbness.-
The art of feeling nothing.