Bleak when I'm gone from your embrace
Grey is the sense without your taste
Mistiness instead of blood
And when it bleeds it's like the sun
Those aimless roads they end with you
A moment's touch to fill me through
Drowsy eyes and still I gaze
Reach to your chest perhaps too late
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
Bleak when I'm gone from your embrace
Grey is the sense without your taste
Mistiness instead of blood
And when it bleeds it's like the sun
Those aimless roads they end with you
A moment's touch to fill me through
Drowsy eyes and still I gaze
Reach to your chest perhaps too late
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