18 April 2012
How did you live in it's shadow? How did you jump through it as a jester does a Ring of fire? How did you sleep, stare at their beds, Alive with lice and disease. Did you press on, with steel mind, building a past of iron?
They say this is the future, They say you've moved on. You're a girl skipping through a playground. The Clouds and that ever present sombre sky stare down at you like a vulture of the past.
Oranienberg • Opuss № I