The world was a blur
The sun was just a light
The moon was her soul at night
Wondering if anyone would save her
Dawn comes again
She forgets what she had done
Only the remembrance of a bottle
Mörkt
By firstcentral
A series of dark poems. More
The world was a blur
The sun was just a light
The moon was her soul at night
Wondering if anyone would save her
Dawn comes again
She forgets what she had done
Only the remembrance of a bottle