Signal out of range
His company comes in chokes
striking lightnings of black wire fears
that burst forth obsidian scented tyrannies;
striking lightnings of black wire fears
that burst forth obsidian scented tyrannies;
His gaze recoils a fairness that mushrooms in the aftermath of teeth marks;
His confusion holds an innocence to which my penance unfolds its perilous chapel;
His fault passes applause to my misaunter
while leaving me each night to trail the tracks he never cared to cover.
while leaving me each night to trail the tracks he never cared to cover.
...It's easy to hide in his shadow.
