Strange goddess
infinite dreams
child of the black midnight
What does it profit you
The sound of myself
The outlets of a soul
When you’re asleep
in the dark inferno
of my spirit’s vent
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Strange goddess
infinite dreams
child of the black midnight
What does it profit you
The sound of myself
The outlets of a soul
When you’re asleep
in the dark inferno
of my spirit’s vent