My face has left
With the sun,
Leaving the moon in my chest
To rot with the
Dark in the rain.
A sickness has stricken me,
My body upside down.
A breathless existence
Couped into a rain cloud.
My face has left
With the sun,
Leaving the moon in my chest
To rot with the
Dark in the rain.
A sickness has stricken me,
My body upside down.
A breathless existence
Couped into a rain cloud.
