Walls rebuilt with steel.
A slow upgrade she can feel.
Manifestation.
YOU ARE READING
her gloom
Poezja"I am you, one day out of five, Tired, empty, hating what I carry But afraid to lay it down, stingy, Angry, doing violence to others By the sheer freight of my gloom, Halfway home, wanting to stop, to quit But keeping going mostly out of spite...
Protection
Walls rebuilt with steel.
A slow upgrade she can feel.
Manifestation.
