Your voice curls in my lungs,
twisting around my ribs like roots
and I let it rot there,
letting it become the soil of my obsession
Bellatrix Black
twisting around my ribs like roots
and I let it rot there,
letting it become the soil of my obsession
Bellatrix Black
Your voice curls in my lungs,
twisting around my ribs like roots
and I let it rot there,
letting it become the soil of my obsession
[DarkSide93]
