"Keep playing."
Poem
Mend
You accounted for every cell of my flesh.
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?
"Keep playing."
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?