Swallowing me, the fog from afternoon,
A trapped balloon was I, paralyzed.
Time run slowly, even the air felt heavy.
...
Siberia's cold wind blows near,
Running were the winter deer.
Just wait,
...
Afternoon Fog
Swallowing me, the fog from afternoon,
A trapped balloon was I, paralyzed.
Time run slowly, even the air felt heavy.
Bite marks deepened in my hand, like stick through the sea sand.
Then I knew, your name had been carved in.
Under every bit of my skin.