goodnitestar
Bluelighter
breath
in and out a passion of living
and im dead
so the air is no where to be felt
pushing past cold still hands
pressed
firm across my chest
gasping
griping a solid abyss of empty space
for just a single strand of your whispering tounge
a memory creeping farther into the wind
in and out a passion of living
and im dead
so the air is no where to be felt
pushing past cold still hands
pressed
firm across my chest
gasping
griping a solid abyss of empty space
for just a single strand of your whispering tounge
a memory creeping farther into the wind
