vilna’s rising
Do you remember when you said these streets were our release? And do you remember when I said I only saw a cage? It’s happened again, it’s tied with tooth and pride, where the knife is held with faith and this humid winter plays. It plays. Until you save her through the blade.
It works better as a mystery and the east is alive with a strange tongue. This room is like a building block, the world’s been split into a thousand neverlands.
