Profile
Name
spacesoda
Description
A pale and bloody arm flails in the air.
The hand can grab nothing. The hand will grab nothing.
Even if it could, it is too fearful a thought.
It longs for escape. Yearns for it.
But if it is only going to break in the end,
What is the purpose of obtaining it?
- A Poem of Wayward Imprisonment
The hand can grab nothing. The hand will grab nothing.
Even if it could, it is too fearful a thought.
It longs for escape. Yearns for it.
But if it is only going to break in the end,
What is the purpose of obtaining it?
- A Poem of Wayward Imprisonment
Subscribers
105
Subscriptions
Friends
Channel Comments
There are no comments for this user.
Add comment