trying to fill them without sin
Howling in the wind, like a beast.
When those spaces get occupied, i will feast.
I desire the affection by far,
more than metalheads love the guitar.
Just needing someone to love and to hold.
During the hottest infernos and the iciest cold.
My trust has been raped by cruelty itself.
In my heart, they leech from my lowest shelf.
With time, forgetting what they have done.
Remembering it's far too long since i had someone