This place never felt like home
merely a container for the wicked mind
falling into abyss where angels
cry, I look for you
as my only sky, and the only time
I feel lost is when there's nothing left
to grasp.
This place never felt like home
merely a place to rest a troubled
mind, or a place
to dim my shine.
Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 11:52 PM UTC
This place never felt like home
merely a container for the wicked mind
falling into abyss where angels
cry, I look for you
as my only sky, and the only time
I feel lost is when there's nothing left
to grasp.
This place never felt like home
merely a place to rest a troubled
mind, or a place
to dim my shine.
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