25 January 2013
Lying in tiles of black,
A flicker of greens and reds,
Stick figured faces all around,
They're shaking me violently
And laughing like hyenas.
My god it's loud like screams!
The world is quivering,
Violently trembling,
And I'm strapped on a solid cloud.
The siren wails again.
The Passing.2 • Opuss № I