my hand is marked with pen and burns
and it traces over every word.
every letter, every line. All the lies that i have heard.
Though it's left with scars, Its felt the wind
run through its veins. I had driven myself
into the sea.
This makes no sense. Do i care? absolutely not.
should i? doubt it. I wonder...
what turns wonder into ice?
Obviously, this was inspired by La dispute. I admire them deeply,
they are an excellent band that sings the truth about love and death.
<3
