Orion
I met you
at the end of time itself
When things were dark
No voice to myself
Deviod of meaning
A quiet farewell
The heavy hung in the void
Those who dammed thyself.
But though my pain
a story called Orion,
gentle with grace
Awoken the night
When the day decayed
Lit up my heart
like a gentle flame.
A nova
A warmth in the...
at the end of time itself
When things were dark
No voice to myself
Deviod of meaning
A quiet farewell
The heavy hung in the void
Those who dammed thyself.
But though my pain
a story called Orion,
gentle with grace
Awoken the night
When the day decayed
Lit up my heart
like a gentle flame.
A nova
A warmth in the...