See the night sky awaken the day,
With an infantry of illusions.
Hear the sirens song,
Echo though the pines.
Taste the colors of the setting sun,
Radiate light from your silent tongue.
Smell reality,
Slip away from you
Slowly
S L O W L Y
Can you smell incestuous senses?
This is place is now my reality.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
See the night sky awaken the day,
With an infantry of illusions.
Hear the sirens song,
Echo though the pines.
Taste the colors of the setting sun,
Radiate light from your silent tongue.
Smell reality,
Slip away from you
Slowly
S L O W L Y
Can you smell incestuous senses?
This is place is now my reality.
