May 17, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005 Silica
Interminably Consternation
A mind spread before me But my feet are clay All that fear I can taste the disease The rot of despair The face that haunts me Has joined me here In all these environs Not a sight of sun Now you're here the air it breathes But it's not why I stare There's an arid hand Blood upon the sand Splattered every where Now with one tear A talon caresses fear Embracing all © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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