The Grim Grinning Ghost
His heart was darker than the starless night for that there is a morn, but in this black receptacle can be no bode of dawn
miles away there’s hopeless smiles brighter than mine
I don’t feel right in my skin tonight.
like I’m living a lie that I designed
my arms are all wrong my heart is beating
faster than normal
and I still hate what I see in the mirror.
How long til it’s over?
hopefully longer than i think..









