Dawn,
Another soul,
Another victim.
Here comes the sun with new colors,
Hues that were once
delightfully golden
but are now crimson,
All that remains is a circle
with a red like cherries.
Dawn,
Hell awaits yet again for the sun to rise.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Gothic Word: Emo And Goth Poetry
PuisiSome poetry that is relatable and will help you through hard times of your own.
