There is one thing inside me,.
Feel the creative nature of this disease,.
It is all that resides inside,.
Keeping my spirit entangled in a wolf's hide,.
There was something I saw in you the other day,.
What it was, I cannot remember, I cannot say,.
But it faded with the morning star,.
Where you were standing looking at your scar,.
In the darkest of night I erected a kingdom,.
I thought it would allow us freedom,.
Yet deep inside a virus molds onto our spines,.
We look for a cure, yet there is nothing to find.,
If there was a way to correct all of this,.
I would just prefer to stay in ignorant bliss.,.,.,.,.,.,.,
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
There is one thing inside me,.
Feel the creative nature of this disease,.
It is all that resides inside,.
Keeping my spirit entangled in a wolf's hide,.
There was something I saw in you the other day,.
What it was, I cannot remember, I cannot say,.
But it faded with the morning star,.
Where you were standing looking at your scar,.
In the darkest of night I erected a kingdom,.
I thought it would allow us freedom,.
Yet deep inside a virus molds onto our spines,.
We look for a cure, yet there is nothing to find.,
If there was a way to correct all of this,.
I would just prefer to stay in ignorant bliss.,.,.,.,.,.,.,
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