destroy's blog: "†нέ΅ƒяąģιſέ΅яσċĸ"

my hands are in my pockets
((where do i put my hands when you're not around))
my fingers play with the salt that lingers
from these tears i've cried

i shed my clothes
and perhaps its an attempt
to rid you from my thoughts
((which is incredibly impossible))

i scrub my skin
i wash the stains
((this pain))
this residue of you

my skin turns raw
as my heart plugs the drain
maybe the aching will fill up this tub and i'll drown
((i'm ankle deep))

you run so deep within me
i dont think i could scrub away my insides
((there'd be nothing left))