black midi
Chondromalacia Patella
Losing grip
Another drip
A new cold
Air passing through a new hole on the white rocks of the pink mould
Air passing through a new hole on the white rocks of the pink mould
No strength left
To pull the cord
Of the morning bell
A million diamonds sing inside an empty shell
Always crashing, screaming
Relentlessly bashing
Incessant, repulsive, backtracking hypotheses
Seldom finished
The beasts of the nighttime
Canfrenkin borentis a sotzkee, potzkee borree
Fingertips folding, deep in their tunnels black creatures make nests no needle can rupture
From Letras Mania