2 May 2012
Blackness parches my soul A deep pool cleaved in the middle, Rooted to the base! It sits austere. Un-nameable to me, It is me that this mood dost consume!
A deep blackness- It doth fill my mind! Impenetrable- In the deep blue haze- Which sucks at my energy!
My mind- Completely warped- Me running, running, running. Flashing blue behind! Still running, running, With the Time Lapse blazing And me running.
...RUN NO MORE...
Friday 9th March, 2012 Charlotte Fawdry
Skotadi • Opuss № I