I don’t thirst for the sun when it’s gone
When the moon’s hue is shining above
The blue light is blinding my eyes
It’s gentle when burning my skin
It’s warm for the coldness inside
The darkness fits me like a glove
It smoothly cuts all of my ties
It’s tenderly hiding my sins
I blindly made it my own guide
It’s buffering all of my screams
I cannot recall brighter times
As far as I see in my dreams
The sun has been out of the skies
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 12:46 PM UTC
I don’t thirst for the sun when it’s gone
When the moon’s hue is shining above
The blue light is blinding my eyes
It’s gentle when burning my skin
It’s warm for the coldness inside
The darkness fits me like a glove
It smoothly cuts all of my ties
It’s tenderly hiding my sins
I blindly made it my own guide
It’s buffering all of my screams
I cannot recall brighter times
As far as I see in my dreams
The sun has been out of the skies