View My Soul
― If I show you my soul, would you cringe from the view, ∙ run far from my desperate grasp, ∙ faint from the threatening sounds? ∙ Perhaps you would enjoy the thump ∙ of angry drums found on my island. ∙ Sacrifices of time lost to the wind, ∙ captured memories locked in empty boxes ∙ with keys buried in graves of my logic. ∙ Natives dance to my seductive moon, ∙ call out to the temptress residing there, ∙ giving her [...].






