Permafrost
The winter breeze flows against my hair.
Standing on the black pier
as electricity dances across the sea.
As I watch the cold begins to seep into me,
and it refuses to leave me be.
Chills begin running down my spine
as the rain approaches from the...
Standing on the black pier
as electricity dances across the sea.
As I watch the cold begins to seep into me,
and it refuses to leave me be.
Chills begin running down my spine
as the rain approaches from the...