i did not know that
my existence was an airport
where people come and go as they please,
was I not moldered for more?
Indeed.
YOU ARE READING
c a p t i v e
PoetryDon't forget to switch off the lights, I prefer the darkness to that false illumination. Here I can lay, Here I can cry, and here is the place where - each night - I can die.
WingedMachine
i did not know that
my existence was an airport
where people come and go as they please,
was I not moldered for more?
Indeed.
