The dark standing on my shoulders and chest,
the walls whisper
as they creep closer
as I move forward to get away
as they creep closer
as they
in, in, in
the path swivels, I am blind
I crawl on my knees for the comfort of solid ground
and when I feel the end I scream
there are hornets in my hair .
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 4:59 AM UTC
The dark standing on my shoulders and chest,
the walls whisper
as they creep closer
as I move forward to get away
as they creep closer
as they
in, in, in
the path swivels, I am blind
I crawl on my knees for the comfort of solid ground
and when I feel the end I scream
there are hornets in my hair .
