|Writer dablling in Photography, dreaming to be a chef|
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -i am made of nights like these by counting-vertebrae
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
|Put this so I can participate in giveaways and such, tho random donations would also be much appriciated |
All the points that I get would be used for Premium membership and after that donating to other people in need or to contests.
Thank you very much if you donate and if you do, I will return the favor in ways that I can and you like (watches, llamas, favourites, feature...)