Mortality
Kiss the moon goodnight, its cloud cover warm and heavy.
The sun shivers on the horizon and then it happens.
The candle flame is blown out. The sun never rises.
Death.
It hovers in the shadows like an eager lover.
Undressing your life with its sharp eyes, a tender...
The sun shivers on the horizon and then it happens.
The candle flame is blown out. The sun never rises.
Death.
It hovers in the shadows like an eager lover.
Undressing your life with its sharp eyes, a tender...