اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
So, he's hurrying demons
From their seats around the circle,
Hastening to complete that ritual
Before fraught return of day.
All this haste has crowded his cranium,
Tenanted now by poison voices,
Relocated revenants roar.
White noise blasted black,
Never again to sleep,
Silence a distant memory,
A mutiny for sanity.
