Through a million sunsets and washed over dreams i watch you sleep through a tiny seam, taken away at the very last breath by the man in the dark robes lost in their head.
Their cold tongue speaks foreign words, and their empty cage breathes no harsh winter breath.
The fire opens in a flash of bright light as it wisps up your soul as you say goodnight…
Sleep well i say as i dig the hole
Sleep well tonight this winter is cold….
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
Through a million sunsets and washed over dreams i watch you sleep through a tiny seam, taken away at the very last breath by the man in the dark robes lost in their head.
Their cold tongue speaks foreign words, and their empty cage breathes no harsh winter breath.
The fire opens in a flash of bright light as it wisps up your soul as you say goodnight…
Sleep well i say as i dig the hole
Sleep well tonight this winter is cold….
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