This is the end
to every moment,
to all beauty caressed in curse,
to pureness soaked in effortless rain.
Here's to the future we rode upon,
to the emptiness of love we all tie ourselves to.
And I cry,
Hoping to God it means something.
It does not.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
This is the end
to every moment,
to all beauty caressed in curse,
to pureness soaked in effortless rain.
Here's to the future we rode upon,
to the emptiness of love we all tie ourselves to.
And I cry,
Hoping to God it means something.
It does not.
