When the air is still
And crisp
And not a sound is heard
As the sharpest of minds
Do wander
And fixate on the absurd
When the dark is
Overpowering
And the witches thrive
Is when my soul
Starts to awaken
And I feel the most alive
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
When the air is still
And crisp
And not a sound is heard
As the sharpest of minds
Do wander
And fixate on the absurd
When the dark is
Overpowering
And the witches thrive
Is when my soul
Starts to awaken
And I feel the most alive
