yogidee

I'm bolted from within
from long conniving heights
The hail it makes a special sound
that always stays into the night
He tells me I'm not capable
of what they accuse me
with no remorse
I stand and say that
guilty is what I plead

My devil makes me dream
like no other mortal dreams
With a blank eye corner
The only way to see him
in the tunnel where he slept
By the longest tusk of corridors
Numb below the ...