Slog
Vivian Slaughter
I open my eyes
The place where I stopped
The pressure that falls on oneself
The things that I got at last
It throws me, it scoffed at me
Here is nothing
Calm turns to anxiety
I must not stop
I keep walking
I open my eyes
The place where I stopped
The pressure that falls on oneself
The things that I got at last
It throws me, it scoffed at me
Here is nothing
Calm turns to anxiety
I must not stop
I keep walking
2007 • Ill Innocence
2007 • Ill Innocence
2004 • Gloomy Lights
2007 • Ill Innocence
2007 • Ill Innocence
2004 • Gloomy Lights
2004 • Gloomy Lights
2004 • Gloomy Lights
2007 • Ill Innocence
2004 • Gloomy Lights
2007 • Ill Innocence
2007 • Ill Innocence