I hear it coming after me,
Sighing loud with all depression.
I feel its sadness engulf me,
Making darkness my obsession.
I smell its fear, I taste its fear,
Its loudly creeping saddened jeers.
I see the fog hover before,
It clouds my eyes, fills it with tears.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC
I hear it coming after me,
Sighing loud with all depression.
I feel its sadness engulf me,
Making darkness my obsession.
I smell its fear, I taste its fear,
Its loudly creeping saddened jeers.
I see the fog hover before,
It clouds my eyes, fills it with tears.
