Silence deep in the fold. We are all bred stunted, feral and cold: empty-headed.
A year of visions from you of cold hands around mine in parallel universes colder and darker, or warmer and brighter.
My world shrinks and it reverses.
Cruelly pledge your oath of fealty.
All paths end the same: indifferently.
Oh, what an agony it is to be perceived as anyone at all.
There you were, overlooking all the amber waves of grain. Twisting at the windmills, a monument. For the fevers, bleed.
You weren't mad, just worried.
Dead and buried.
A year of visions from you: Your cold hands around mine in parallel universes colder and darker, or warmer and brighter.
My world shrinks, and it reverses.
Cruelly asked your oath of fealty. You wept and I looked indifferently.
I fled to consecrate it. I felt it growing in my head. I heard it whisper while I tried to sleep. Metastasizing.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
