Laura GráMay 1, 20221 min read(Mine) landUpdated: May 2, 2022My mind, a midnight libraryIn spirals of madness awakes, Opening my dreams' sanctuaryWhen eye of the storm awaits. I dwell in my wailing sorrow, In the dust of old memories, In a mindful but aloof tomorrow, Crawling back in my heart mysteries.
My mind, a midnight libraryIn spirals of madness awakes, Opening my dreams' sanctuaryWhen eye of the storm awaits. I dwell in my wailing sorrow, In the dust of old memories, In a mindful but aloof tomorrow, Crawling back in my heart mysteries.
My darklingAs I wandering into my soul, A burning sigh grows in the deep For all my pains, I'll take a bow Thus, they are mine, even if.. bleak. In dreams of night, the day will rise In many shades of fading ach