sexta-feira, 24 de abril de 2020

finity


I heard a sad sound,
It came from inside,
Such unrest,
No one could be you.

Rise a dark future
Brighten by the sun.

We have existed for so long
Waited forever to evolve.

No story can be told.

Things true, things lovely,
We neither stunned or charmed,
all they saw was mourn.

24.4.2020