blank walls lend
THEM
selves
as the canvas for
shadow to crawl
up
on out of the sub
conscious sea on
to
the shores
of
my oblivious DIS
ILLUSIONMENT.
HOLD onto me
i can t
HOLD onto me
TIME
less soul where
are you resting.
.
blank walls lend
THEM
selves
as the canvas for
shadow to crawl
up
on out of the sub
conscious sea on
to
the shores
of
my oblivious DIS
ILLUSIONMENT.
HOLD onto me
i can t
HOLD onto me
TIME
less soul where
are you resting.
.
