JustLikeADream
Favoured Frenzy
There's an ache in the heart,
Maybe the wound is hurt,
Though the void feels filled,
It still bleeds,
And isn't yet healed.
Every time, it was the hand
That mended the wound,
But now it's the one
That sculpted the pain,
And it hurts, again.
Maybe the wound is hurt,
Though the void feels filled,
It still bleeds,
And isn't yet healed.
Every time, it was the hand
That mended the wound,
But now it's the one
That sculpted the pain,
And it hurts, again.