Bubbles of light come through the blanket he uses as a curtain.
A shield against the frightful world filled by ragged people with scabs for eyes.
How I wish I too wish I could not view this disintegrating pile of ash and ****
So I'll sit.
In this room.
With this blanket
and my thoughts.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
Bubbles of light come through the blanket he uses as a curtain.
A shield against the frightful world filled by ragged people with scabs for eyes.
How I wish I too wish I could not view this disintegrating pile of ash and ****
So I'll sit.
In this room.
With this blanket
and my thoughts.
