Mar 2018
The circle of despair has begun to spin.
And I'm a tiny fragil thing
Placed above it
As its perimeter gets full of shiny little pins.
It spins
It spins
It spins
And the circle turns red.
And I'm a tiny fragil thing
Placed above it
As its perimeter gets full of shiny little pins.
It spins
It spins
It spins
And the circle turns red.
