depth of the hill rolling stones tumble down spiral in turn chipping away as it nicks and scrapes down its path a century of churning stone pilling at the bottom of *** **** the water slushes against the skin of stone a cold wave washes above all I can see is the distant sun from atop the hill weighing down on me I own this sullied shore but there is no use in a **** with dirty water and so I reach the depth of the hill rolling stones tumble down spiral in turn chipping away as it nicks and scrapes down its path a century of churning stone pilling at the bottom of *** **** the water slushes against the skin of stone a cold wave washes above all I can see is the distant sun from atop the hill weighing down on me I own this sullied shore but there is no use in a **** with dirty water and so I reach the depth of the hill rolling stones tumble down spiral in turn chipping away as it nicks and scrapes down its path a century of churning stone pilling at the bottom of *** **** the water slushes against the skin of stone a cold wave washes above all I can see is the distant sun from atop the hill weighing down on me I own this sullied shore but there is no use in a **** with dirty water and so I reach the
a dark and true nothing that shatters into a soft warm den in the sand where it dreams of a dark and true nothing that slithers into a soft warm den in the sand where it dreams of a dark true nothing