Ruminative vignettes assessing the confusion of reality and the horrors of the human psyche. Not really.
searing flesh bodies weepyour laughter burns straight through meashes fall like snow
the age of aquarius is nighfor you have vilified the sanctity of the falldo what thou wilt
searing flesh bodies weep
ReplyDeleteyour laughter burns straight through me
ashes fall like snow
the age of aquarius is nigh
ReplyDeletefor you have vilified the sanctity of the fall
do what thou wilt