Present..


Feels like being hunted
A man with wings
To this corruption
Why is not the question
A solution love is

To all this grasp
This give and take
Find myself I must
This hurt, this rust
Aren’t we just aching dust?
Leaving energy behind every move
Every length

Read more in Vol. I (PS)


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