Zendrix Berndt, “Homeless”

Homeless

To escape the beat made by her skull Being bashed into drywall Knuckles chalk white like fists were made out of plaster And no matter how far I run I will always be a bastard Faster and faster my heart beats in time To escape the beat made by her skull Being bashed into . . . → Read More: Zendrix Berndt, “Homeless”