who is the betrayer? who’s the killer in the crowd?
…the one who creeps in corridors and doesn’t make a sound
my love has concrete feet. my love’s an iron ball, wrapped around your ankles over the waterfall…
this will be my last confession — i love you never felt like any blessing, oh…
whispering like it’s a secret, only to condemn the one who hears it with a heavy heart…
