IX. One thousand serpents line the path out of Eden.
The apple is red,
the night is old,
my eyes are dry.
This is my wish, my goodbye.
I bite.
I wait.
I'm gone.
(this? it only looks like madness)
IX. One thousand serpents line the path out of Eden.
The apple is red,
the night is old,
my eyes are dry.
This is my wish, my goodbye.
I bite.
I wait.
I'm gone.
(this? it only looks like madness)