The Picture…
The pictures,Like fine paper,With ink prints on it,Or like light waves,Travelling to your eyes,Seeping deep
The pictures,Like fine paper,With ink prints on it,Or like light waves,Travelling to your eyes,Seeping deep
Woke up for work after a long holiday,Stepped out of room for fresh air,Shit, what
My heart, Wrapped in a cocoon, Bundled in feelings, Mixed together, Like the colours on the wings
I like to cause pain to myself, but not by knives or a blade, but