I closed her in to the failing worlds I once escaped.
Theywere bound to darkness like a stalled aperture within.The height of Heaven held my deepest ..
These are the marks of withering seeds.Branches with acidic stems sewn in the grounded frost of lament.Restive worms 'neath the soil of writhe in mind..
In part mental detail I was merely walking inside my woods, yet further, deeper into the warming blood of truth, I was staring hard and regressing int..