My eyes, they burn like a bonfire. I’m looking back at myself through a broken mirror, counting the days you’ve been gone. Now I’m sitting in the dark, while the rain washes the blood away and my veins turn to ice. But I can’t stop pacing, my mind won’t stop racing, I feel like I’m going crazy. So maybe, if my heart stops beating, it won’t burn this much…..
Burning and Bleeding
March 5, 2012