Jun 2020
at the end of the world
the sky is dyed in grey
the ashes of us all falling
through the still air
huddled away with you
shaking but holding tight
watching as the end comes
and as the planet dies
the sky is dyed in grey
the ashes of us all falling
through the still air
huddled away with you
shaking but holding tight
watching as the end comes
and as the planet dies
I'm just really into writing two people at the end of the world stuff.
