21 January 2013
Ticking a born crow,
Pulsating in the morn;
Run while there's hope.
It's not like that was safety.
Fear is holding onto omens,
Retribution is just sinners
Begging for last worn shirts.
Where are my words?
(Hmm.3) • Opuss № I
21 January 2013
Ticking a born crow,
Pulsating in the morn;
Run while there's hope.
It's not like that was safety.
Fear is holding onto omens,
Retribution is just sinners
Begging for last worn shirts.
Where are my words?
(Hmm.3) • Opuss № I