the droplets corrode a softened skin
the undead lay asleep
the thoughts flourish, a shot of jin?
paper so crisp; the sailors keep
everything is intertwined
yet nothing seems to fall a place
everything is circled nothing is lined
oh life is a horrid daze
wake me up
wake me up
alas, i can not wake
as for i, the undead.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
the droplets corrode a softened skin
the undead lay asleep
the thoughts flourish, a shot of jin?
paper so crisp; the sailors keep
everything is intertwined
yet nothing seems to fall a place
everything is circled nothing is lined
oh life is a horrid daze
wake me up
wake me up
alas, i can not wake
as for i, the undead.