see it struggling the sands of time through the hourglass throat and into the presence, mine... turns to maggot dust lives in creases of ever, and burning like incense a smooth smolder turns sever red walking vision machine looking for a wandering seeking fire while searching spark as the darkness spreads... see it struggling the sands of time through the hourglass throat and into the presence, mine... turns to maggot dust lives in creases of ever, and burning like incense a smooth smolder turns sever red walking vision machines looking for a wandering seeking flame while searching spark as the darkness spreads... butterfly and me Just traveling butterfly and me... walking vision machine looking for a wandering seeking fire while searching spark as the darkness spreads...
