bambi2424

splintered ribcages, discomfort that lasts the ages. And you scream a tale of twisted paths, Of gnarled roots that hide psychopaths. the people you met on your way, they all want to make you pay.. a piece of your soul for each of their hands, till you give it all away, and only the empty understand. they love you with ripped smiles, till one day they don't. they will hug you and ask you for more, and maybe you won't, give to the sick cause they are infecting you. pick up the broken, cause they no longer comprehend truth... or maybe you will, till they have all had their fill, broken dolls are cast aside, just like you. and m