You accounted for every cell of my flesh.
Poem
Dark Stranger
The dark stranger rides along in glee.
Nearer
Nearer still.
Nightingale
Will he hear only sad songs again?
Sick
What have you done to me?
Hear
Even me.
You accounted for every cell of my flesh.
The dark stranger rides along in glee.
Nearer still.
Will he hear only sad songs again?
What have you done to me?
Even me.