Jul 2019
Sweet is the sorrow remembered in bliss after the healing is done
Long are the shadows between my lungs before the nights begun
Above the ashes my body will rise, unlit, untouched by the sun
til tomorrow remembers the sorrowful start of a ballad best left unsung.
Long are the shadows between my lungs before the nights begun
Above the ashes my body will rise, unlit, untouched by the sun
til tomorrow remembers the sorrowful start of a ballad best left unsung.
A friend of mine is going through a rough time right now and this was just an idea i started toying with once they told me about their situation.
I guess we really do draw inspiration from the strangest of places.
I guess we really do draw inspiration from the strangest of places.
