
Cant say i believe
the words
spilling
from contraptions of reality
more digital than heart
the love is farce
and wounds bleed
while you step in line.
To listen to you
akin to the first
fire
shot.
Love has become cheap tequila
in an unsalted rim.
Cant say i believe
the words
spilling
from contraptions of reality
more digital than heart
the love is farce
and wounds bleed
while you step in line.
To listen to you
akin to the first
fire
shot.
Love has become cheap tequila
in an unsalted rim.