SEETHE
Torture my night.
Turn them into signs
I can't seem to undermine your demise
It rules our mind.
I would carry these scars.
Cover them up with scarfs
So everyone can admire my styles
But they won't know what I hide
You're right you know?
You're a tormentor.
I only have these seethe
But I can't hurt you
You see, you're me.
The me I starve.
By:ORMONZIE Emma
