In front of me, can't hold it
Appears to me, can't catch it
Filling the silence that it caused
The weight it holds, I choked
Having it within the soul it once woke
The cloudy dust
ink of dawn
the chain,all I gain
stuck in its stain
Walking its endless road that it booked
It Devours the edge, hollow
Felt crawls till its marrow
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 1:47 AM UTC
In front of me, can't hold it
Appears to me, can't catch it
Filling the silence that it caused
The weight it holds, I choked
Having it within the soul it once woke
The cloudy dust
ink of dawn
the chain,all I gain
stuck in its stain
Walking its endless road that it booked
It Devours the edge, hollow
Felt crawls till its marrow
