Nov 2019
Abyssal clouds, of sunken shade,
Such memories,
A constant fade.
I bellow for it to return to me,
But all I see is a drunken fantasy.
Forever lost, of something meant to be.
Such memories,
A constant fade.
I bellow for it to return to me,
But all I see is a drunken fantasy.
Forever lost, of something meant to be.
