The night feels achingly lonely,
My mind shattered into bits and pieces
Gleaming in the dark.
I gather my consciousness in a bundle,
Perhaps this will be the last time.
Perhaps this torment will stop.
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 9:29 AM UTC
The night feels achingly lonely,
My mind shattered into bits and pieces
Gleaming in the dark.
I gather my consciousness in a bundle,
Perhaps this will be the last time.
Perhaps this torment will stop.
