2 February 2013
Strike me black ink wet,
Rip across my wall hissing cloud,
Beady white eyes with crimson rims;
Don't look at me!
I'm not beautasious nor charming.
No, no! Child! Child!!
Don't go, stay, keep me close,
So cold, shiver blue.
Yes, yes I love you too.
Mourn The Vast. • Opuss № I