Desolate Realities
Desolate Realities
The strings of the yarn come undone,
I'll be unearthed, these secrets warn
Deep in the burrow, the furtive thoughts lie
Never to see a second of sunlight
Gone with the wind, these eerie rumors
More rancid than me, the rotten apple murmurs
How the once mighty cowers!
How the once sweet sours!