As the sun sets upon the horizon,
Without poetic justice,
I do not prevail.
My mind troubled,
Obfuscated by the irony,
Of everyday situations.
Purity,
Tarnished.
Joy,
Vexed.
As the sun sets.
As the sun sets upon the horizon,
Without poetic justice,
I do not prevail.
My mind troubled,
Obfuscated by the irony,
Of everyday situations.
Purity,
Tarnished.
Joy,
Vexed.
As the sun sets.