Gloaming
Cant come out of the gloaming light, caught in the strings of dark shades. Too beautiful but yet so painful. I can see the morning light from far but, the In betweens, the illusions of moving takes me to strange places.
Gloaming
Cant come out of the gloaming light, caught in the strings of dark shades. Too beautiful but yet so painful. I can see the morning light from far but, the In betweens, the illusions of moving takes me to strange places.