In transfixed state
I lie awake,
A cawing crow
Predicts my fate
I hope to cross
The burning fire;
The bridge I walk
Is fraying wire.
Writings of love, agony, and introspection
In transfixed state
I lie awake,
A cawing crow
Predicts my fate
I hope to cross
The burning fire;
The bridge I walk
Is fraying wire.
