The Nameless Feeling
Sleepless nights ends in morning,
Days without daydreams ends in mourning,
In prayers wished sun never existed,
As when days should be the shortest,
Life just stuck in a never ending dusk.
Days without daydreams ends in mourning,
In prayers wished sun never existed,
As when days should be the shortest,
Life just stuck in a never ending dusk.
That’s it.