NEW SONG
Indifferent to these clouds.
Clamped eyelids, crusted, cracking.
IS THIS TRUE?
Victor to the approaching headlights
Blinding this would be carnage
You sit back, melancholy, my eyes
I TOLD YOU SO
the words of a dying man
taken to a replacing effect
horror on teh death bed
rejuvenation rises divine and ready
two small shadows u turn
indert and casually swallow
my condolensces but your effort is futile
thanks for the offer.
