The speaker rattles underneath between opposite bends with closed eyes, feeling paranoia and anxiety. Their cold and brittle bones shiver within rotten flesh as they fear what may lie at either end. They plead to be saved.
The speaker rattles underneath between opposite bends with closed eyes, feeling paranoia and anxiety. Their cold and brittle bones shiver within rotten flesh as they fear what may lie at either end. They plead to be saved.
The speaker rattles underneath between opposite bends with closed eyes, feeling paranoia and anxiety. Their cold and brittle bones shiver within rotten flesh as they fear what may lie at either end. They plead to be saved.
Dilaw Between opposite bends I rattled underneath, I closed my eyes. Paranoia. Anxiety perhaps. Cold, brittle bones shivered within rotten flesh, To what lies in both opposite ends. Save me.