A cloud hangs over me.
In the heavy air of the atmosphere,
I struggle to inhale.
In the darkness I reach out,
But to nothing.
In the silence I call out
But my voice is not heard.
No living ear can hear,
For in here,
I am alone.
The Black Pen writes…
A cloud hangs over me.
In the heavy air of the atmosphere,
I struggle to inhale.
In the darkness I reach out,
But to nothing.
In the silence I call out
But my voice is not heard.
No living ear can hear,
For in here,
I am alone.