What is the weight of my hands; Or the circumference of my thoughts; A price tag on the hinterlands of my heart? What value holds What translates here, What world tongue Or currency can spare A single soul, seeking to dare To spring from Purge Oratory
Category: Edition: 2019-2020
The Soul Craves to Bathe in Light
The soul craves to bathe in light, But sometimes it wishes only to drift far, far away. The soul burns deliriously putting up the good fight. Those that lose themselves to the night, They grapple, crawl, bellow, and pray. The soul craves to bathe in light. But once clouds finally depart, through the […]