A glass cage for an animal, it knows the price of this apparent freedom.
Inflatable, the past careens down verdant hills.
In caves where night has taken up and solitude does visit, even in the afternoons the sounds of its diurnal creep.
I know I'll die, too immune to live too desperate to die.
Where is the lever for the reward? Are all words void?
Inflatable, the past careens down verdant hills.
In caves where night has taken up and solitude does visit, even in the afternoons the sounds of its diurnal creep.
I know I'll die, too immune to live too desperate to die.
Where is the lever for the reward? Are all words void?