Those nights were sleepless
yet it was a precipice of silence and chaos,
you know that I've got so far than I ever was, and at this very moment, I laid my soul bare as if it's my youth's requiem.
My hands were fragile and veins took as roots for oleander, my skin's porcelain etched with red and blue; a lifetime might suffice, otherwise it's a lover's oath.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 11:07 PM UTC
Those nights were sleepless
yet it was a precipice of silence and chaos,
you know that I've got so far than I ever was, and at this very moment, I laid my soul bare as if it's my youth's requiem.
My hands were fragile and veins took as roots for oleander, my skin's porcelain etched with red and blue; a lifetime might suffice, otherwise it's a lover's oath.
