Such temple is my skin
Blood fills me within
As a sprogg faintly bargaining
The rushing steel is to me akin
Suddenly I see
In the corner of these eyes of mine
Things I once believed
Considered now but a crime
The drops drip down
Warming the rain that falls
Compared to a mare with no mount
Free, imense, and whole
Such temple is my skin
Blood fills me within
As a sprogg happily bargaining
The rash steel is to me akin
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
Such temple is my skin
Blood fills me within
As a sprogg faintly bargaining
The rushing steel is to me akin
Suddenly I see
In the corner of these eyes of mine
Things I once believed
Considered now but a crime
The drops drip down
Warming the rain that falls
Compared to a mare with no mount
Free, imense, and whole
Such temple is my skin
Blood fills me within
As a sprogg happily bargaining
The rash steel is to me akin
Mar 20. 2015
