The permeation of my shadow
Beckons a new dawn
Upon the moonlight
Which shrouds my soul.
But it’s only in the day,
That I can clearly see
The dripping carnage,
Which was once me.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC
The permeation of my shadow
Beckons a new dawn
Upon the moonlight
Which shrouds my soul.
But it’s only in the day,
That I can clearly see
The dripping carnage,
Which was once me.
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