A stone rolls across my floor
A strange privilege
To fade away.
How does it feel?
She croons, she croons
Creating a sound so tragically pure, that if I were to die whilst hearing it, I don't think I'd mind
For what is death if life is not full?
At least I have a height to fall from.
Don't worry
She sighs
I'll get my things and leave.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
A stone rolls across my floor
A strange privilege
To fade away.
How does it feel?
She croons, she croons
Creating a sound so tragically pure, that if I were to die whilst hearing it, I don't think I'd mind
For what is death if life is not full?
At least I have a height to fall from.
Don't worry
She sighs
I'll get my things and leave.
