playindoors
I held you in my arms. I held you in the palm of my hand before I knew you. I knew your name before your parents knew you. Before you were created. We held hands. We held each other in our arms. I held the hand of my higher self. There was music, and there were wonderful roses, they tell me...
I already wrote about you. Deep, black cylinder. The canister for something expelled. The catapult of corpses, inspiring the idea of zombies. You spread diseases. Your booms rang doom to the villagers. All I want is a love cannon. Haha. A cannon for expelling love!