Damp
Blow, take it slow.
I've been thinking about ghosts.
Play. Take-away.
It takes from me every day.
In my head and in my chest.
In my dreams I'm blessed.
Bleed. Future me.
Hell seems way too close to me.
Still, I'll never heal.
My skin wasn't meant to feel.
Play. Take-away.
It takes from me every day.
Blow, take it slow.
I've been thinking about ghosts
