Wednesday, September 6

Untitled.

Our heads are full of animals
Bland halls full of filthy rainbows
My mind is full of horrible shadows
The world is pocketed by darkness
Pinpointed by unholy light.

The sky is three dimensional
And it never laughs, only roars or cries
And sometimes it screams
Screams so much I can't take it.

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