hope the world is still spinning so
my hand is yours if you must go 
spin out and on and inbetween 
turn but a hair so your gaze may
 grasp, even if oh so brief, so 
sweet at long last 



just a whiff of that certain smell 
tell me maybe where we are  
rhyme schemes and wet dreams 



concrete walls stay the same 
covered in plaster this time 
just feels the same

run so fast so far so near 
the end always appearing 
always here 



walls of the flesh do they protect 
or am i at a loss for what is next
this vessel and stars that guide
for a second, perhaps its alright 
for in the numbers made by human 
hands: a plan, a plan

36 PRAYERS

I'm a Wusky and I write Electronic and Classical music

This is where I post musical endeavours of all kinds. I am far from professional so bear with me and watch me grow as an artist. 
 

36 PRAYERS

Qwerty Killz