BluebottleFlyer

it's Arctic today in the sun and too much isn't being done it's Antarctic in my dusty room it won't end very soon a click is so little he's making it big a click is so brittle he makes it too big if I click my way out of here his poison words i will hear if my gag doesn't peel it's hurt that i'll feel i wish for the light to follow these imaginary victories are far too hollow