I'm the verse,
I am the blanket of the cold night,
I am the night in a blanket
like caffein in a coffin,
like grey in gray.
The above text read now by a torturer to its victim.
Everyone is the author of every thing
before being made
of flesh and brain.
Sustain.
Go straight
with no paths.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
I'm the verse,
I am the blanket of the cold night,
I am the night in a blanket
like caffein in a coffin,
like grey in gray.
The above text read now by a torturer to its victim.
Everyone is the author of every thing
before being made
of flesh and brain.
Sustain.
Go straight
with no paths.