• chlaus 10w

    The Cry of Atlas

    The world is too heavy, too much for me,
    Too much for my weak and tiny body.
    I'm so much tired and I'm too exhausted,
    But Death, I already have befriended.

    Everywhere I lay my eyes upon,
    Nothingness extends to eternal span.
    I feed time in waiting and fantasy,
    That somebody would carry Earth with me.
    ©chlaus