Illness rises up,
When terror waves,
Of hot, thick air…
The air thick.
I cannot walk.
Days, grow colder,
Autumnal breeze come by,
My summer cocoon,
Is sticky.
Illness rises up,
When terror waves,
Of hot, thick air…
The air thick.
I cannot walk.
Days, grow colder,
Autumnal breeze come by,
My summer cocoon,
Is sticky.
