Chaoticrat
Putting together the pieces of chaos...
March 17, 2014
Night Mare
I exist as in a constant dream
You persist at night, a mare of your own apocalypse
The moon stood me up
The sun never stops shining, even if its blinding light has taken your sight
Your words catch in the light
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