mollie - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

The Fall


Now comes our pain
still dancing crazy madness
sun burn already perversion
forgotten your mouth for you are!
In the end, it seeks crowów
spit treacherous wind on the dog
abyss probably escapes disaster
transient yet lonely
ravens raven crossbow man after the hosts lost
yet how long the redemption of the blood running out carefully?
rose after the grim darkness flees from the burning of
O spitcie...