Buried before our birth,
we're grains collecting
beneath every breath.
As we gasp within.
Am I worthy of every fragment
collecting within a silhouette
of times shallow grave, I'm obscured.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC
Buried before our birth,
we're grains collecting
beneath every breath.
As we gasp within.
Am I worthy of every fragment
collecting within a silhouette
of times shallow grave, I'm obscured.
