Rumbling storms, scolding!
Why me? Tormenting my
Nostrils with something
Grotesque. I see a rotting
Corpse; she is me.
Reality shakes
And now she falls from ice clouds
Under my skin. Shivers
And small geese **** the sickness
Consuming. I've lost the game.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
