Ashes from my bones
buried underneath the ground,
acting as a soil
for magnificent flowers.
Crow's cry far in the distance,
air soaked with dense feeling of death.
The scenery - masterpiece of pain and dread.
Here feelings bleed,
Watering the ground with tears.
The lonely moon is the only witness.
Ah, who knows I existed?
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 8:56 AM UTC
Ashes from my bones
buried underneath the ground,
acting as a soil
for magnificent flowers.
Crow's cry far in the distance,
air soaked with dense feeling of death.
The scenery - masterpiece of pain and dread.
Here feelings bleed,
Watering the ground with tears.
The lonely moon is the only witness.
Ah, who knows I existed?
