overrun
Incessant trembling, death lingers.
Gangrene, syringe and a broken promise
A sense of longing, of time lost
Not even winds will carry his sorrow
aloft he hangs from the sky, overrun and
naked
posted by Sarem at
2:16 AM
2 Comments:
you dont really write anymore, do you?
Decided to make the desert a little more barren. Now I just drift in thirst of a good read!
=P
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