life – Page 6 – Bass Bastard

Want

I want. An empty, hollow with no ties to realitysetting its claws in mewant It disguises as need it knows when that

Gone far too soontaken by a heart that could not carry you furtherstrong enough to love us allbut it gave too much

This guy is experiencing some issues, and now we have to do a bit of cleanup. Might as well get some entertainment

Junk Drawer Digging through the junk drawer finding shit I knew was lost A bic lighter random keys to locks that have

Nostalgia is a prisonbuilt from the stones that anchor the trenches dug as the row gets plowedby the dragging across the ages