Your mark is on my skin
Sitting on my neck
Begging for a glance from you
Pushing the memory into your face and crawling into your mouth like the kiss you stained my sheets with
I am breaking
You wont fix me with your bloody knuckles
Mending your broken heart with her hands
Not mine
You didn't give me the chance
You're leaving me
With your mark on my skin
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
