Artificial, Empty
You are the sun
Smothered by a black curtain
I am a girl with blood dripping from her fingers
Legs crossed on a hardwood floor facing a lamp
My hands held up to a single lightbulb for warmth
It begins to flicker
You are the sun
Smothered by a black curtain
I am a girl with blood dripping from her fingers
Legs crossed on a hardwood floor facing a lamp
My hands held up to a single lightbulb for warmth
It begins to flicker