Jul 2015
This is the end
to every moment,
to all beauty caressed in curse,
to pureness soaked in effortless rain.
Here's to the future we rode upon,
to the emptiness of love we all tie ourselves to.
And I cry,
Hoping to God it means something.
It does not.
to every moment,
to all beauty caressed in curse,
to pureness soaked in effortless rain.
Here's to the future we rode upon,
to the emptiness of love we all tie ourselves to.
And I cry,
Hoping to God it means something.
It does not.
