I’m sorry
What I mean to say is, I’m sorry for you
I’m sorry this view you have of me is but a gleam
For the depths of my being is far deeper than eyes can reach
Like cracks in a mirror, distortion still seems clear
But I am far more than my looks
This body is a vessel in which I veer
Left and right between loving days and shitty nights
Picking up the pieces of my soul, waiting for the fear to hit the road
Keep left…
Your exit is on the next right.
I think this map got ruined before it was finished
I think I’ll draw a new one, I’ll add in more beautiful sights.
Ink & Embers 