I want you to taste me in the air,
Wherever you go,
You will see me there.
Painted under the lids of your eyes,
Only darkness and imagery,
Everywhere, you will see me.
I am the nightmare you created.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
I want you to taste me in the air,
Wherever you go,
You will see me there.
Painted under the lids of your eyes,
Only darkness and imagery,
Everywhere, you will see me.
I am the nightmare you created.
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