Some peaks of dark fall these monsters learn to ebb.
I wonder where they go or will they ever draw.
And what I hanker for is hear from them no more.
As blankets do not succour,
Even pecks,
or sweet ***** holds,
Dispatch or scuttle
Dingy veil these ghastly voices love to warble.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
Some peaks of dark fall these monsters learn to ebb.
I wonder where they go or will they ever draw.
And what I hanker for is hear from them no more.
As blankets do not succour,
Even pecks,
or sweet ***** holds,
Dispatch or scuttle
Dingy veil these ghastly voices love to warble.
