C.C. Hawthrone

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TristeC.C. Hawthrone

Yellow

Your hands are cold Ice water That's a nice thought I walk And I walk Till my feet start to rot Decompose with the soil You lay 'Barren' about Press my hands to the ground You stopped caring about I think I think I can't I can't tell if you stopped caring Cuz where you went I can't hear you now
TristeC.C. Hawthrone

The sound of suffering

Agitation climbs the rungs of my spine My legs twisted in all angles Knees and elbows bend over time Dig my nails in the ground As I mourn what was mine Blood rushing my ears As I don't make a sound
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