laying plain,
in the grass and sin
always a wandering guilt, kicking, spinning
managing the wild craft of atoms
this life, a lonely bite of death
these stars, a slumber of breath
~Olvr
laying plain,
in the grass and sin
always a wandering guilt, kicking, spinning
managing the wild craft of atoms
this life, a lonely bite of death
these stars, a slumber of breath
~Olvr