More from the Milk-Eyed Mender!
(Because I need a regular dose of them).
This place is damp and ghostly, i am already gone
And the halls were lined with the disembodied
And dustly wings which fell from flesh
Gasplessly
...
Never get so attached to a poem, you
Forget truth that lacks lyricism, and
Never draw so close to the heat, that
You will forget that you must eat, oh
This place is damp and ghostly, i am already gone
And the halls were lined with the disembodied
And dustly wings which fell from flesh
Gasplessly
...
Never get so attached to a poem, you
Forget truth that lacks lyricism, and
Never draw so close to the heat, that
You will forget that you must eat, oh