deep wounds of battle surround the empty shell that was my heart the blood in my body has dried and i lay here not dead but seemingly not alive what could kill me? shockingly not a gun or a knife but she when you got up and left me ....dark skinned like a fiend "i'll rock yo body, like im stonin you" -Lord Quas
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥