monday's child.

「 a raw gem. 」

castles crumbling, ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ, 00.29

the standard was set,

i hit it all perfect.

but the ground's been pulled out beneath me;

the darkest dark is all i see.

i've fallen short, though once i stood tall;

now there's nothing left to ricochet my fall.