Trailing out through the golden dawn. veering into the. Angry swarm carried by the birds into the dark. swooping. Down through the blurry clouds. peeling back the enormous.
Slipping across the morning. the shadows take the doubt. Away from brother midnight. just a few more hours. and. His arms are ever reaching and the days are almost gone.
Once a wordly man made his way across the earth. He saw a Chinese season, emerald trees and the worms laughing in the dirt. He would never rise the planets and the stars above.
Ohh, the feelings gone in my temporary arm. We almost amputated but I got my new one on. I feel like a robot with my new arm hangin' on. Even though I'm stronger now, I miss you, miss you.