My veins siren and forgotten ocean nights.
In charming moments with the one who visits this dark for the stars in my skin and for the shapes in my air.
It does make multitudes of her sky for my underground, and for my immortality box.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
My veins siren and forgotten ocean nights.
In charming moments with the one who visits this dark for the stars in my skin and for the shapes in my air.
It does make multitudes of her sky for my underground, and for my immortality box.