Thorns
Algae Bloom
I wish that my dreams didn't give this garden thorns
And if I thought anything different could exist
I'd carve it into the
Walls of my skull a million times
Until I went blind inside
But where would I find the ink to paint this picture
If I didn't cut my eyes on these spikes every time?
But where would I find the ink to paint this picture
If I didn't cut my eyes on these spikes every time?
But where would I find the ink to paint this picture
If I didn't cut my eyes on these spikes every time?
Every time
