Laura GráJan 12, 20201 min readRed sail Updated: Jan 13, 2020 My sky is bleedingUnder the scarred wounds,My memories are sailingOn my soul tunes.Rivers of hot seasonsFlowing into my skin,Shattered all the reasonsOf drowning you in.
My sky is bleedingUnder the scarred wounds,My memories are sailingOn my soul tunes.Rivers of hot seasonsFlowing into my skin,Shattered all the reasonsOf drowning you in.
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