Like a tempest
Barged into my chest
Like a sword
carving a dark path
Where it headed, no return
Where it headed,
Sad nocturne.
Through that tunnel
To the urns
Mourning mornings in my heart
Mourning sunsets just to start
Can you explain me how the Sun
Every evening doesn’t drown.
Go ahead, let me down
And without a frown
(Under construction)
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
Like a tempest
Barged into my chest
Like a sword
carving a dark path
Where it headed, no return
Where it headed,
Sad nocturne.
Through that tunnel
To the urns
Mourning mornings in my heart
Mourning sunsets just to start
Can you explain me how the Sun
Every evening doesn’t drown.
Go ahead, let me down
And without a frown
(Under construction)
