Dec 2013
Written with my tongue
A composer with shadows of life
Cracking rain grasps and sweeps
A eclipse for the lonely skin
Bones curled,smeared with your grave
Weaving on the wings of harmony
A composer with shadows of life
Cracking rain grasps and sweeps
A eclipse for the lonely skin
Bones curled,smeared with your grave
Weaving on the wings of harmony
