Publicerad 2018-08-31 02:33 av Engel




Skittle dark

not even here, at the end of the world,
can I escape time
it seeps through every plank
in this quiet house

she would come here, agitated
on her toes, like a goddess
with all and nothing
now and never

but time strips me of emotion,
forces my soul to sleep
closing my eyes,
the world is mine





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