Here is the world, under a bleeding moon, silver as the demons songs of the bamboo groves
It sings and dances the eons away, blissfully ignorant to the horrors that happen around
It has the mind of a child, it sees the world with the sun as a beacon of hope, but it only becons chaos
Here is the world, as a yawning dog in the eves of summer, awareness thin to the quagmire spinning eternally
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Here is the world, under a bleeding moon, silver as the demons songs of the bamboo groves
It sings and dances the eons away, blissfully ignorant to the horrors that happen around
It has the mind of a child, it sees the world with the sun as a beacon of hope, but it only becons chaos
Here is the world, as a yawning dog in the eves of summer, awareness thin to the quagmire spinning eternally
