A consistant minute hum at the back of the head.
A sharp stingy monotone.
Disease for the mind,
Seizures for the soul. 23 mots de plus
Mots-clés » Illusion
All our blood on all our hands.
It’s all our deed, I understand.
We condemn and question and berate
The same ugliness we co-create.
We let you part us with your lies. 204 mots de plus