My back hurts whenever I bring myself to the loom
of this endless dramady.
Oh, the worrisome land of the finger-less sensations,
why do you not surrender to the fantasy.
"I will tell you nothing, my boy."
You will need to guess this out by yourself,
it is time for you to bring your thorns
and get out of this fall, full of exciting gores
that one day will hunt your future.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
My back hurts whenever I bring myself to the loom
of this endless dramady.
Oh, the worrisome land of the finger-less sensations,
why do you not surrender to the fantasy.
"I will tell you nothing, my boy."
You will need to guess this out by yourself,
it is time for you to bring your thorns
and get out of this fall, full of exciting gores
that one day will hunt your future.
