Apr 2019
i creep on pouring orange
tiptoes over the absence of light
this is what the death of the sun
calls for in her last waking moments;
no blood, no tears, no sweat
a most ceremonious twirl of shadow
vanishing into ashes that
form the dust in sunset
we all come and go
tiptoes over the absence of light
this is what the death of the sun
calls for in her last waking moments;
no blood, no tears, no sweat
a most ceremonious twirl of shadow
vanishing into ashes that
form the dust in sunset
we all come and go
hozier - wasteland, baby!
written 17 april 2019, 6.56 am
the song and following lyrics -
"And the stench of the sea and the absence of green
Are the death of all things that are seen and unseen
Not an end, but the start of all things that are left to do"
- gave me the feeling that lay this piece out for me
written 17 april 2019, 6.56 am
the song and following lyrics -
"And the stench of the sea and the absence of green
Are the death of all things that are seen and unseen
Not an end, but the start of all things that are left to do"
- gave me the feeling that lay this piece out for me
