Stoned
witness a funeral wishing its a person you know attending weddings with a heated smiles and heart so cold like its splashing colours of warmth and bitterness standing in the depth of years and staring into loneliness wrists itching to bleed to taste the soberness of the day accusing the shadow for stealing away your pride that lay between footsteps the earth cracks kneeling down wet soaking fulfillments through grinding bricks of debt... Sign in to see full entry.