No legs, they walk, not ever stopping.
No eyes, they stare, the blinkless blind.
No hearts, their blood runs cold in circles.
No mind; no mind to step aside
and stop and breathe and rest.
The tourist, that most beneficial pest.
Something to say?
No legs, they walk, not ever stopping.
No eyes, they stare, the blinkless blind.
No hearts, their blood runs cold in circles.
No mind; no mind to step aside
and stop and breathe and rest.
The tourist, that most beneficial pest.
Something to say?