Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
I would rather have screamed,
I would rather have cried.
Instead, I remembered
a part of me that died.
Dry and cracked,
as if it were left in the sun.
Blowing bit by bit,
I too slowly have come undone.
I would rather have cried.
Instead, I remembered
a part of me that died.
Dry and cracked,
as if it were left in the sun.
Blowing bit by bit,
I too slowly have come undone.
