I’m an Oxytocin Junkie
When did I become so disturbed
I am seriously damaged goods
The more I want to feel alive
the more I am consumed by the pain
why does everything make me feel insane?
Whence the fall of the fruit Onto the thorns down below Will the world hate and despise us And curse us when we go? Ah, I know, The mighty rock keeps on turning slow A Read more…