Slipping into the inky black well.
The fanged darkness,
my cherished abyss.
I never know
if I'll come back up.
I do know
that I don't care.
Some call it madness.
I call it Home.
Into and Under
Slipping into the inky black well.
The fanged darkness,
my cherished abyss.
I never know
if I'll come back up.
I do know
that I don't care.
Some call it madness.
I call it Home.