Night
The quaint and subtle humming of the thoughts inside my head
is ever so apparent in the silence of the dead.
When darkness falls I'm deaf to all
but my head's own restless call.
The quaint and subtle humming of the thoughts inside my head
is ever so apparent in the silence of the dead.
When darkness falls I'm deaf to all
but my head's own restless call.
I wrote this because I couldn't sleep.
