Skull Rose — isaacunleasehed

He sits quietly facing a stack of blank paper, each verse written has become a poetic chaser, he hides in his darkened room, hoping the world would accept him soon, getting lost in the love of rhyme, just as the moon comes I get lost in lost. He spent a night with nightmares, my haunted […]

via Skull Rose — isaacunleasehed

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