My face alternates
Lit by the rays
Then
Drowned in darkness
I pass drowsily by the fence
Of your childhood home
Nothing feels real
And neither do I
Now that you are gone
And never coming back
Oh my little aristocrat
Oh my bravest dove
Creatures like you
They are never supposed to die
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 9:05 AM UTC
My face alternates
Lit by the rays
Then
Drowned in darkness
I pass drowsily by the fence
Of your childhood home
Nothing feels real
And neither do I
Now that you are gone
And never coming back
Oh my little aristocrat
Oh my bravest dove
Creatures like you
They are never supposed to die