There Is Nothing In These Eyes But Our Design...
My heads, my hands, my hearts
You tell me they are worlds apart
But something beneath the nodes
Is your golden, I'm feeding on it
You tell me they are worlds apart
But something beneath the nodes
Is your golden, I'm feeding on it
2 Comments:
...our design is bound in infinity... - Just Thinking
fingernails and hair follicles
hand tremors and knots
its all me
its all you
its us all
in my choice to chose to eat nothing... i try to risk nothing. i try to feed off myself, so someone else's golden doesn't make me crumble.
Post a Comment
BACK