
If i could take sips of sadness, and pain were a slice of cake…in the end, what will be left of me?
Took a sip out of memories, a slice of heartache for my sweet tooth. Every bite, a step towards a satisfied end. What will be left of me?
Thirsty for what was, hungry for nostalgia…soon, there will be nothing left, but a few crumbs here and there. Noah_arkenswagg