May 2013
The trembling of my fingers,
As the blood in my veins rushes through the frail tendrils...
Blood.
That's all there really is in the future ahead of me.
Crimson and fluid like a sunset...on Mars.
As the blood in my veins rushes through the frail tendrils...
Blood.
That's all there really is in the future ahead of me.
Crimson and fluid like a sunset...on Mars.
Not many people look beyond the surface; or really even think about what's going on, on the other side of their LCD screen. We're all on the dark side of the moon sometimes...
