• geelovelane 34w


    i fell asleep into reality and woke up to a dream
    the windows to my soul scarcely able to believe
    said soul sometimes yearns for which the body can’t achieve
    arachnid senses tingle
    what a wicked web we weave.

    the truth seldom soothes
    ugliest when nude
    yet silky lies rarely stings
    learnt the worth of my feet
    when i sacrificed my wings
    wondered what’s the use
    why would i choose to sanctify my sins
    when ultimately one just withers away without what’s within