Jun 26, 2024
It lurks for you in the corner, in your shadows as you're walking down the darkest roads. It traps you, it haunts you, it whistles your name with every blow of the wind thats bashing your skull from within. Black nights of insomnia paint your walls red, paint your skin purple, paint your hair grey. Smired stains of paint on your face change colour is that the reason that with each passing season you fell further away. All the mixed colours turn brown reamanding you of the shit you went trough. You are not his canvas.
