The sun goes down every day when it’s meant to be
A familiar voice echoed behind her as she was about to leave.
I pen misery with dark black ink that I draw from a hole inside of my chest
For hope is when I dream those dreams I dared not dream.
But in this lifetime, we'll never know what we could've become.
For the lesser the days, the weaker the youth
The dark wintry night was descending. The unusual tranquillity was reigning everywhere.