• paragon_of_chaos 6w

    Murder of Crows

    I walk a path that's been painted with the frozen rain
    Whispers in the wind are still praying that it snows again
    And even then I'm still chasing an emotion when/
    I'm searching for some beautiful but saying that I'm so content
    The ghosts pretend and they tell me that I'm different
    Tell me I'm perfect, they tell me I'm significant
    They tell me every single lie they conjure and barter
    Because I am a monster

    @Sadistik