• chika_muonweokwu 22w

    My sins

    Chika Muonweokwu -

    My lungs were tied to nothing but bleak,
    Pitch black due to twenty four cigarettes
    Yet I’m still taking the antidote as I speak
    A numb soul that’s half way to heaven,
    Light blinks, trouble going to sleep at night
    I’m still thinking of glass, it’s past eleven,
    It’s sharp edges cuts deeper on the skin,
    My vessels popped out like a bright light,
    I’m still pressured into bleeding my sins,