Apr 2014
Pacing,
Pacing forth, forth
to oblivion.
a stolid death.
Consumed by a
swelling pain
in
my
lungs
I lie between the
velvet,
bitter sounds of the
purity
Pacing forth, forth
to oblivion.
a stolid death.
Consumed by a
swelling pain
in
my
lungs
I lie between the
velvet,
bitter sounds of the
purity
