Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes
Their red pens drawing at random, at will
A myriad pains begotten in their wake
The bastard spawn of a mutinous self.
He's dope sick and as he's getting off he sees the futility of his existence before finally once and for all succumbing to his imminent death.
It's about addiction.
Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes Their red pens drawing at random, at will A myriad pains begotten in their wake The bastard spawn of a mutinous self.
He's dope sick and as he's getting off he sees the futility of his existence before finally once and for all succumbing to his imminent death.