Tempest Armada (The)
Illumaphobia
within the idesof fear and hope and false eyesi float with the tideoutward to this sea of minetoo lost to findthat fabled, fearless Isooner would we diethan look it straight in the lightthe mermaids at my anklesthey carve my lungs into an arcand sit beneath it strummingmy arteries they made a harp
From Letras Mania