I was waiting for you
… what’s wrong?
Oh it’s nothing, it’s just a readjustment
Your eyes
… what’s wrong?
Oh it’s nothing, it’s just a readjustment
Your eyes
This idea is Sufficiently Plausible in an attempt to account for the phenomenon,
the sickness and the sentence of blood.
I could no longer struggle, every moment threatend to be the last — there was pain,
dizzines, and profuse bleed at the pores, how is this possible the transmission was
transfusing in a moment the sober eye of reason would detect a vibration in the flesh.
Creeping. Incoherent bearing no mark of a human hand
The vision comes and goes but tonite, i saw very clearly
The vision comes and goes but tonite, i saw very clearly
Very deeply