After a while your skin begins to peel
It is then my dear when you shall feel
the pain that comes with knowing
Just where my mind is slowly going
You see time will turn us all into machines
Devoid of independent thought and dreams
Wither and weaken till we can survive no more
Come with me now I plead I implore.
Leave with me when the moon is complete
Tis the time when the rebels meet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The full moon is due on the 23rd. I'm staying at home, with the doors locked, if THAT'S what it does to you! Love, Fran xx