Cotton fog pillows -
I see your long embracing...
I Have A Corpse Under My Bed,
It's you that I had my fun with...
Here begins a narrative of how youth struggles...
Messenger: I ask you give me your attention and...
Distance figures,
I watch them...
The sky is waking, sinking, breathing
Furious winds churn through ragged branches...
As he stands in the small door way of the room...
"Rain Rain come again,
Take the tears and the pain away...
How can cascading eyes,
leave me with sable lenses...
My purpose here has been revealed,
I merely exist for other's taking...
I thought it was a good timing
To have a mist, a covering...
The cloud is blackened,
night; a pitch fork sting...
Does it always hurt?
Will I always feel this almost blinding pain in my...