Crevasse کے بول

so firmly fixed on the ground I ended on my knees I'm so selfish where nobody that knows me expects me to be at all so it's all their fault I think please don't scream so loud inside of me... such a shame my reaping of invisibility went over devouring my feet of an old young man so it's all their fault I think please don't scream so loud inside of me... dead holy dad how long has it taken to be a dead son when a deafen sound in me solemnize one's own sad infinite midriff-pillow, eat the life inside of meet our lies became a skin disease and I forgot to drink all your suppuration so I'm still no fuckin' good isn't it? I wouldn't feel... and then I felt that... embraced in ourselves we found the loss after daring we hear whistles every moment before the crash can't you answer why they always repeat themselves? so, their fault I think please don't you scream so loud inside of me...