Lingering shadow of the past
On this beach made of broken glass
We meet again at last
Here in front of a sea of lost hopes
Flickering dark of the night
I lost my light
Again
I torment myself over you
long gone ghost
Of the self I once was
But maybe changing
Its just aging
After all I always end up wishing for death
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC
Lingering shadow of the past
On this beach made of broken glass
We meet again at last
Here in front of a sea of lost hopes
Flickering dark of the night
I lost my light
Again
I torment myself over you
long gone ghost
Of the self I once was
But maybe changing
Its just aging
After all I always end up wishing for death