Jun 25
Sombre
Torn
He lay upon a bed of thorns
Soft words escaped his lips
'I wish to awake from this horrid abyss'
The moon allured his sight
Into the depths of night
Waiting for sleep
While darkness creeps
Slumber had never felt so warm
Torn
He lay upon a bed of thorns
Soft words escaped his lips
'I wish to awake from this horrid abyss'
The moon allured his sight
Into the depths of night
Waiting for sleep
While darkness creeps
Slumber had never felt so warm
Sombre were the stars
The moon forever mourns
The moon forever mourns
(25/M/'insert quirky line')
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