the soul of my being
Oh! you evanescent like my thought
dark, bleak and goth you seem
you disappear with the morning star
and so my beautiful dream
a creep crawled over my head
consumed the belief of being alone
you, before, gradually fade
give me what i seek
a relief, a screeching on the walls of my heart
to get rid of all that, bothers.
: written and edited by 'me'
Its feels like home, after so long.
