Aug 2020
crashing waves, a siren call
though i don't need it, not at all
i come to you, my black abyss
pull me under, as i dehisce
i won't see you mourn for me
as i become the salt of the sea
though i don't need it, not at all
i come to you, my black abyss
pull me under, as i dehisce
i won't see you mourn for me
as i become the salt of the sea
