breathing
°
late
when the world
is sleeping
and un-
caring,
i cannot
help
but
wonder
if you
still
dream
of
me.
i will shed myself of humanity and hold it within my aching chest, as if it will stop the... More
breathing
°
late
when the world
is sleeping
and un-
caring,
i cannot
help
but
wonder
if you
still
dream
of
me.