Flies buzz and captivate the heartsof their maker. Some form of artechoes through your soul, coldenough to wrinkle your skin so oldand decaying rot sp..
If someone were to reach out their handto meI would fall and sink into the landdead to theeWho taught the flowers to grow up towards the sun?so wild a..
The sun reflected in mine eyesSo that I cannot see how I dieEach time the rain rages and poursMore of me drips down to the floorThe floors of your hea..