Jan 2021
The permeation of my shadow
Beckons a new dawn
Upon the moonlight
Which shrouds my soul.
But it’s only in the day,
That I can clearly see
The dripping carnage,
Which was once me.
Beckons a new dawn
Upon the moonlight
Which shrouds my soul.
But it’s only in the day,
That I can clearly see
The dripping carnage,
Which was once me.
