needless to say, I am the product of many sins, so my wrongs echo further than my back, neck and eyes can feel or see - yet this guilt is contemporary and has deep affection for me.
needless, to say, I am the child of one thousand - two hundred and twenty six wombs, maybe.
am, I moving through strength of a headless sacrifice, or leaning on the will of a chaotic sinner’s last plea.
suffering, never suffering.
never, wanna leave, never wanna leave.
angry, little beast why would you cry, do you not know the sun knows your every concern?