I am Sickly... Artist... Youtuber... Warrior
there is no sleep for the weak as the pure slowly bleed pouring down cut if found for the lost do not breathe the worms and shit smell the same
By Sickly Vindictam6 years ago in Poets
We are an army of metal Churned by the dirt We are reborn in blood soaked hurt Risen to reclaim this darkened stain That you seem to play
Please sit beside me and share what's on your mind Is it a grudge or a sin you're trying to hide Just know this Eventually I'll know your past
It's easier to plan a breath Than it is to choke Much simpler to pretend you're fixed When you are actually broke Everyone is watching