Through Corridors Of Man Not Made I took Her: By the porcelain flesh, With cankered claws Of festered mess, Through corridors of man not made, That proved the most unholy shades Before Me: Cases stretched above, To stellared regions longed and loved, The steps grew more, And all I crawled, To meet the victim #life had mauled Stood in a mirror was my form, Reflecting on the Winter Torn
Mi piace
Commento
Condividi
