Beauty Is Only Skin-deep

Silence,
A stitched tear with a sacred pulse

To anonymous: Half-me, half-you
Sorrow was the pen and I was the ink,
Mischief was the pin and I was the prick,
Anger was the death and I was the “accident”

Joy and I have parted
Now here comes the coda
It shall play a simple tune
One that not me but you can dance to

All the words that it may say
Is now is the time
Watch
ME
Demean
YOU

FOLLOW US