The dark night dwells upon the silent road
When it's time, when it's nine
Just the black is seen,
Where no clouds are clean
But there lies a truth in this
A belief they proved true but is as false as the green fire.
This is a story all believe to be true
And maybe it is true
But what if it isn't?
What if there's something that isn't yet revealed?
"Say something... help me... save me..."
I beg and beg and continue to do so.
Suddenly, a strange, ocean like deep, scary voice speaks to me. It says, "You are whom I've been running my whole life from."
At first, I didn't comprehend the speech. But I knew, a grave danger has been following me ever since I've been talking to the voice.
Later I realized, there is no voice...
Who was it?
Who saved me?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Idyllic
PoetrySerene. Enchanted. Radiant. Hazy. Moonlit. Daydream. Es un destino que colorea todas las bóvedas de un corazón. El corazón que alguna vez fue de color lila.
