31 August 2012
Walking, my sight at arms end.
My lungs struggling for a whisper of breath.
This fight against death has been my only friend.
It has become all I have left.
Within Sight • Opuss № I
31 August 2012
Walking, my sight at arms end.
My lungs struggling for a whisper of breath.
This fight against death has been my only friend.
It has become all I have left.
Within Sight • Opuss № I