I rest my head to sleep
Soon in another world I will be
But anticipation repels all creation
In my eyes, black is all that will station.
I will not drift to my longed for universe
For I fear I have, forever, a curse.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 1:08 AM UTC
I rest my head to sleep
Soon in another world I will be
But anticipation repels all creation
In my eyes, black is all that will station.
I will not drift to my longed for universe
For I fear I have, forever, a curse.