it’s the gaping hole that never truly closes
the gasping in the silence of the night
awakened by the ache that comes
as sudden and swift
as the piercing cry of wails that rose
when the man in white
turned up at the door and painted the day
the colour of nothing
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 10:27 PM UTC
it’s the gaping hole that never truly closes
the gasping in the silence of the night
awakened by the ache that comes
as sudden and swift
as the piercing cry of wails that rose
when the man in white
turned up at the door and painted the day
the colour of nothing