abeastman

River Bed. here is no bridge so well do with what we have 2 broken bones and a thread of yarn if it goes past your neck dont worry i plan on taking 2 gallons deep within my lungs grasp my palms as we walk right in the waters not cold but there's creatures i sense dont touch your toes to the cold stones below they hold hatred and sin from foes at home why are there vines growing out of my veins ivy erupting from my back can you just make the bed a comas calling and i have no way to react a witches curse for seven years have ruined both my ear drums i would crack a smile if i could but the cement has been dry for hours my hands are sewn, my eyes rolled back wishing for my life to come right back truth be hold within this story if it make sense or not, thats the glory