W.I.P. (Worst Impression Possible)

I’m writing something new. Just a melody that floated through my mind

/

I’m sharing it so you can give me feedback. I will write background music for it.

Yesterday, outside

You told me where to hide

You reined my senses in

Immortal life begins

All the angels yell

they took my son to jail

they burned that bush again

immortal life begins

Leave a Reply