Your skin holds more in than out.
Some fears are meant to be embraced.
Not wrapped like a present,
Or butchered like sheep.
But held to your chest to show you are unafraid of its poison leaking into your skin
Your skin holds more in than out.
Some fears are meant to be embraced.
Not wrapped like a present,
Or butchered like sheep.
But held to your chest to show you are unafraid of its poison leaking into your skin