Your sorrow. My litany of sorrow. This, World I chose a room of my mind: dusty, rotten in silence, ignoring cold nights, collecting damp rainy evenings in rusty shack. I listened to the echoes of distant breath consuming fire. I looked before me-in silence, in abeyance, the trail wiped behind, and-died with the trail.
Your sorrow. My litany of sorrow. This, World I chose a room of my mind: dusty, rotten in silence, ignoring cold nights, collecting damp rainy evenings in rusty shack. I listened to the echoes of distant breath consuming fire. I looked before me-in silence, in abeyance, the trail wiped behind, and-died with the trail.
Your sorrow. My litany of sorrow. This, World I chose a room of my mind: dusty, rotten in silence, ignoring cold nights, collecting damp rainy evenings in rusty shack. I listened to the echoes of distant breath consuming fire. I looked before me-in silence, in abeyance, the trail wiped behind, and-died with the trail.