Floating on the wind,
Staring at the void,
I carry the null of my sum,
As I come falling, slowly down.
The rage that claws in my soul,
Surrenders itself to fright,
Yielding a pugnacious grudge,
That spills into the night.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
Floating on the wind,
Staring at the void,
I carry the null of my sum,
As I come falling, slowly down.
The rage that claws in my soul,
Surrenders itself to fright,
Yielding a pugnacious grudge,
That spills into the night.
