January 2013.
There is a noose around my neck
Colored rouge
Blood red stains
My cheeks are pale
Rose petals scattered on my bed
Wake her up they shout
Buried alive
I’m already dead.
Untitled.
Writer.
Writer.
January 2013.
There is a noose around my neck
Colored rouge
Blood red stains
My cheeks are pale
Rose petals scattered on my bed
Wake her up they shout
Buried alive
I’m already dead.
Founder of Left Bank Media. Editor of Left Bank Magazine. Copywriter. I write about music, and New York mostly. View more posts
