Your memories chain me in hooks of despair
like a fishing rod in the sea of blood
i'm clouded with doubts of me, you and everything we've owned
Unbecoming into units of human mass, which feels like
feces floating in the womb of the universe
like a fishing rod in the sea of blood
i'm clouded with doubts of me, you and everything we've owned
Unbecoming into units of human mass, which feels like
feces floating in the womb of the universe
Pity I am partially sighted. I cant see you complete
ReplyDeletePerhaps it is good
I am forgiven for the UNINTENDED errors