Long and cold winters and unoccupied idle minds,
staring at the stark fold of nothingness mangles
and depletes the boredom. Where do the hours
go without
Long and cold winters and unoccupied idle minds,
staring at the stark fold of nothingness mangles
and depletes the boredom. Where do the hours
go without
We have all entered a dark room Scared, fearless, and young Of what monsters we’ll exhume. How can I act normally insane? When death has t...