Quelques notes éparses... Des poèmes... Des histoires... Des mots au goût de sang, des mots au goût amer... Un fiel rougeâtre qui déferle en torrent de tourments...
'' Come to bed, don't make me sleep alone. Couldn't hide the
emptiness, you let it show. Never wanted it to be so cold. Just
didn't drink enough to say you love me. I can't hold on to me,
Wonder what's wrong with me.''
Écrire un commentaire