But I found a breath and somehow managed to slip the clutches Nearly blacking out from dizziness and head rushes Tripping over ODd bodies of dead lushes Bloodstains paint the plush carpet like red blushes Doors open and close by themselves, books fly off shelves Curtains catch fire, the house melts My skin blisters and sticks together like twin sisters The wind blows and shatters windows like ten twisters
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 13:36:04 +0000