A bad day away
From the end of things,
Cause not a person stays.
And everything remains the same,
Despite all the change.
An hour to twelve,
When the clock strikes.
I burn one down.
And the match reminds me of hell;
Of dark depths, lit by scorching light.
Most deepest of desires, and precious hopes
We are fond of holding you close,
Fearful we will share our thoughts
And be lost to ourselves
To understand, what we know we never can
Jul 18, 2023
Jul 18, 2023 at 6:26 PM UTC
A bad day away
From the end of things,
Cause not a person stays.
And everything remains the same,
Despite all the change.
An hour to twelve,
When the clock strikes.
I burn one down.
And the match reminds me of hell;
Of dark depths, lit by scorching light.
Most deepest of desires, and precious hopes
We are fond of holding you close,
Fearful we will share our thoughts
And be lost to ourselves
To understand, what we know we never can