A Commonplace Invasion, by Where The World Ends Subscribe to rss feed for Where The World Ends 

As you walk along, it bites your cheek
Toes grow numb as legs grow weak
It pushes you back as it licks your face
And it swirls around you with a violent grace
Soaked is your skin all the way to the bone
But still, you walk, feeling utterly alone
Posted: 2015-06-12 21:24:00 UTC
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