
I can’t think of a worse destiny than dying in your arms.
Your stare and cold palms would freeze my soul to death.
Perhaps that is why doom runs from me like I bear arms.
It knows my sadness could take away its shallow breath.
-Jackie

I can’t think of a worse destiny than dying in your arms.
Your stare and cold palms would freeze my soul to death.
Perhaps that is why doom runs from me like I bear arms.
It knows my sadness could take away its shallow breath.
-Jackie