• eunoiaorenda 9w


    My body stiffens
    Petrified like hardened wood
    Apprehensive of what is and what could
    Time starts to creep by
    Mirroring the growing fear
    Secrets creeping from the rear
    There are ghosts out here
    They can't see clear
    Unable to steer
    I shift gears
    Blow out the candles
    And wish for my last year