It’s close now, the vibrations deepen.
The timpani drums beat their final refrain.
The sky cracks; hot, white lines of accusation.
Let it break, so I can breathe again.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
It’s close now, the vibrations deepen.
The timpani drums beat their final refrain.
The sky cracks; hot, white lines of accusation.
Let it break, so I can breathe again.
