katebray8
Heavy lullaby, so thick, so sweet, so calming to my never-ending sleep. My dreams are dead, but my body is alive.. Pouring rain keeps me sleeping every time.
Sitting in my bed alone. Waiting on a lost love to show up once more. Wishing he had realized what we had instead of slamming the door.
You hold your inky black veins and I hold my ghostly white pains, most of the time anyway.- Sayde Price