Personal Machu Picchu
Closet Witch
Tears keep falling into the ground underneath of us in this cemetery. Don't know how to keep afloat. Heels are sinking deep. But some leaves are brown. Some leaves are green. Has the time come for better things? Please don't condemn me for existing however I need. Please don't condemn me for existing however I need. Please don't condemn me. The chemical air dances under my nose tonight. Instantly, I'm more sad than I was before. Survive alone. Running so free. I'll give my flesh for your sanctuary. Feed me the stars. Feed me the sky tonight
