Haunting Seer of Thaumiel,
and an all around silly billy
a heavy blow, bearing fruit
the earth a sandy haze of rapidly disappearing nothing
a drop from a faucet nowhere to be found
then suddenly gushing
blood stirs and strength returns and longing returns
and hope returns
but the sky is still that dreary blue
a heavy blow, bearing fruit
the earth a sandy haze of rapidly disappearing nothing
a drop from a faucet nowhere to be found
then suddenly gushing
blood stirs and strength returns and longing returns
and hope returns
but the sky is still that dreary blue
for those with the eyes to write
you may as well pen your entries
into your most beloved containers
for those with the eyes to write
you may as well pen your entries
into your most beloved containers
for those with the eyes to write
you may as well pen your entries
into your most beloved containers
for those with the eyes to write
you may as well pen your entries
into your most beloved containers
i feel the floodgates appear to start to open and the brisk bruisings of panic uproariously billow out, before fading into a fresh confusion.
the waters of thought sit down once again, though ever roiling, ever tepid.
i feel the floodgates appear to start to open and the brisk bruisings of panic uproariously billow out, before fading into a fresh confusion.
the waters of thought sit down once again, though ever roiling, ever tepid.
i feel the floodgates appear to start to open and the brisk bruisings of panic uproariously billow out, before fading into a fresh confusion.
the waters of thought sit down once again, though ever roiling, ever tepid.