November is my Muse

wake me up when it’s all over

“when the ink of my pen stops bleeding

when there is no trace of their memories”

wake me up when the nightmare is over

 

november’s sadness will take me down

burn the bridges to the next run

lunar eclipse and pacing under the sun

gray will return in it’s darkest shade


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