And yet even worse...
Alright, I've been awake for two days. Open throttle. My mother's face appears somewhat fuzzy and moist.
The walls shift, a door that's ajar looks like it's slowly opening with a cold eye behind it. And I can't stop thinking about that moment, The Radio Attack Warning.
Tears want to come out of my eyes, this room is all darkness around me. My own cold eyes, big black malevolent pupils, in the mirror.
And yet there's something lovely that happened during the night.
The walls shift, a door that's ajar looks like it's slowly opening with a cold eye behind it. And I can't stop thinking about that moment, The Radio Attack Warning.
Tears want to come out of my eyes, this room is all darkness around me. My own cold eyes, big black malevolent pupils, in the mirror.
And yet there's something lovely that happened during the night.