CAN YOU FEEL HOW I TREMBLE? there is a stampede in my blood that u n w o r k sme. over and over i pick my bones off the floor and sew them back into the shape of a body. isn’t that what life is like, running from the ghosts within you that tear you apart at your seams? how many times have i died in the night only to get out of bed the next morning? * penned by terror! * do not follow if you have a problem seeing underage ( 15+ )!!! * promo credit!












