I Write Dark Poetry
Yesterday I looked up into the sky.
The sun held me down,
by my arms and my legs.
The wind ripped away my shields,
and laid me out bare.
The clouds offered fleeting protection from myself.
And I tried to run away from the pains of yesterday.
The sun held me down,
by my arms and my legs.
The wind ripped away my shields,
and laid me out bare.
The clouds offered fleeting protection from myself.
And I tried to run away from the pains of yesterday.