I was sleeping on a warm deathbed afore,
And now the weather changes— it rained,
Coldness embraced my warm deathbed.
Pitter patter at night is an aide to sleep;
Eyes feel heavy and so as my breath.
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
I was sleeping on a warm deathbed afore,
And now the weather changes— it rained,
Coldness embraced my warm deathbed.
Pitter patter at night is an aide to sleep;
Eyes feel heavy and so as my breath.