Stephen, myself, Jordan, Joe and Hugo. ❤
Dust
There’s dust in my blood, not from age but from wasting away. There’s dust on my bones, not from age but from wasting away. Stars in your eyes, well, mine have burnt out. Reduced to nothing, drowning in a sea of doubt. Dancing with clouded memories, harbouring the worst of me. Scrap away at the walls in my mind, I’m not what you’re hoping to find. There’s nothing for me here. Scrap away at the walls in my mind I’m not what you’re hoping to find. There’s nothing for you here. I’d wash away but I’d clog the drain. I’ll be the dust on your shelf.
I love Luke very much.
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A.Katala
Asylum
