• lillith 9w


    Waiting for the wind to leave my lungs. Wisping by kidnapping the whistles resting on my lips. Sending distressed bird calls. Sound so crisp Missiles seek every few pairs of ears. So the noise from my Frightening song Bounces in chase wasting my thoughts away. Forgetting I'm not molded clay. Time as no wish to play. Running from the fun that's still at bay . Divided in some close measure between two. My legs are fast fast asleep. My toes cant feel the nothing on my skinned bare feet. Quickly falling throw limbs and leaves. Everything crashs inside myself. Take advantage cut off what's mum and grow beautiful wings.