All to small places, dark yellow eyes here. Wonder who that might be. Dedicated dwellers of track with cracked voices. Lacking
Every contrast, all covered in smoke. Silhouette off the wall never leaving my side. It stuffs its choking will through the brain
Carves its nails in my back. Many times i tried to cut loose from the context of the story. Out of the cocoon, a slumbering shape
From the context of the story, pushed out of the cocoon. Out of the context. Lacking every contrast, all covered in smoke
Lacking every contrast. It stuffs its choking will through the brain