Greymare کے بول

Sinking like the sickness says, "sickened while the sinking stays." Civilization is a train, speeding towards a tunnel, painted on the side of a mountain I will watch it sink into the earth, like an empty suit of armor. I can hear the engines grind, like screams of horses in a fire Doing what the master said, at least until the master's dead I saw them drag her in the street; the cops on pavement broke her teeth. She was screaming like a horse inside a fire