I blare my conscious mind
but stay mute
Im a forest sunset with a fading glare
Rummage through my thorns tear apart my roots
in the center a void is there
Playing aloud is the devils flute
And it will strip me bare
From the top of my hair
To the tip of my boot
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
