Singing Seporia

[undyingnitrus]

A million things are written down
Inside her broken hallway
Half of light, switching height
Shatter half-life at dawn
Milk the wounds and feed me dishonest
Hurt the grains who disobey the disappoint
Trade this fleshly cage for dying fetus
What will become of the thousand dirty prom archers
Where or where are the emotional COM stalkers
Stinging prism, sweet unheard of confusion….
Perpetual calling for someone that is not there…
I love you.