AppleLauren, Heard The World -O.A.R.

Heard The World -O.A.R

I just heard the world is breaking down into bits again. Tell me what am I to do? And you just want me to stay, here. So I'm just gonna stay here. Home, the last resort. Build a castle with an iron door. Lock the windows, pull the shades, the hazed out sun won't help anyway. If the world is crumbling down, I don't want to be alone. No, locked up in this place. I heard the world up, late night. Holding my breath tight, trying to keep my head on right. There's a chill in the air, nobody could care how you're caught up in the fight of your life.

Lauren with an apple impaled on a pencil after throwing it at the wall. acrylic and ink