call it what it is.
so let the jokes fly.
i can't hear them over the cracking of my jaw.
a painting of your disinterest a scene serene
for making wooden holes in aged
souls the shoes i walked in.
and my hands will fold as they have
done a thousand times before.
1 | Kill Or Cure |
2 | Lack Of Things To Talk About |
3 | Common Element Of Thieves |
4 | Bad Timing |
5 | Short Of Tranquil Sleep |
6 | Daia No Hana |
7 | The Boy With Nails In His Eyes |