• th3em3x 10w

    Darkish eve

    Under the eve of light.
    Nothing seemed a pavel broke
    He reliquesed his route.
    Urged his movement.
    Suffocating from trauma.
    Wandering over and in .
    Nothing seemed working.
    Treated a snort as a hope .
    Waiting for next dust to rise over
    In the black he was conqiutin'
    Remembering his vision off and on .
    Time set him on a long back journey.
    That never gets dusk.
    Only blackkish turnover.