Anonymous ID: f33164 Oct. 24, 2018, 8:08 p.m. No.3595275   🗄️.is đź”—kun

>>3595181

I'm waiting for the waves,

My boy's crux is a crippled mind,

He absconds from life,

I slip though time,

Caught in the squall of Rain's plight,

He flees at the sight of my broken bay,

And now his vessel's capsized–is my boy still alive?

I find our unison drowned in the reeds,

And so I wrap his corpse with all it needs,

To keep down a dream,

Do you dream?

'Cos, baby, I fucking sleep.