"The mirrors edge of cutting sight.
Splits the light of a shattered sun.
Blacks the rain that falls on heavy.
Erases the pain to come undone.
Pain the anvil, my most grim of companion.
For i walk on salt upon vast expansion.
Body aflame, with symptoms of cold chills.
This bucket is empty from sanity spills."
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
"The mirrors edge of cutting sight.
Splits the light of a shattered sun.
Blacks the rain that falls on heavy.
Erases the pain to come undone.
Pain the anvil, my most grim of companion.
For i walk on salt upon vast expansion.
Body aflame, with symptoms of cold chills.
This bucket is empty from sanity spills."
