Lacking ample reason, I set you on a pedestal carved out of stone.
And I said, I'll be back in a season, I'm not really gone,
I just fed what starved us; the black of the night of doubt while alone.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Lacking ample reason, I set you on a pedestal carved out of stone.
And I said, I'll be back in a season, I'm not really gone,
I just fed what starved us; the black of the night of doubt while alone.
