A true vision fades from daylight with dilated pupils.
A cross between the voluntary night and natural nightfall.
A deadly mixture of exhaustion and a want to escape. Leaving is so sought after, coming back always leaves a notion of regret.
Tangled thoughts tie these twelve
Empty streets to heartbeats.
What does midnight bring but confusion over yesterday and tomorrow?
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
A true vision fades from daylight with dilated pupils.
A cross between the voluntary night and natural nightfall.
A deadly mixture of exhaustion and a want to escape. Leaving is so sought after, coming back always leaves a notion of regret.
Tangled thoughts tie these twelve
Empty streets to heartbeats.
What does midnight bring but confusion over yesterday and tomorrow?
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