His candle of time is burning out.
His moon is setting for the last time.
He will not see the next day.
He doesn’t want to continue.
He wishes for release.
He’s begging and praying,
it will be over fast.
Just a quick pinch,
a loud bang,
he’s finally awake from his nightmare.
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
His candle of time is burning out.
His moon is setting for the last time.
He will not see the next day.
He doesn’t want to continue.
He wishes for release.
He’s begging and praying,
it will be over fast.
Just a quick pinch,
a loud bang,
he’s finally awake from his nightmare.
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