I don't trust two. They are my eternal foe. Time and sickness The first changed my heart The second is the one behind my weakness. Time is my arch enemy Its sickness is the worst melody.
Born with flesh and blood, but heart sold separately. Bird way up high, falling from the sky. The raining aftermath is the common denominator. When it shockwaves from ground zero, it leaves an atomic shadow—fatal impressions where a living, breathing thing once stood...