Last day smoke before sunrise weighed behind filled clouds today will be about reflection
It’s not so far down here, abandonment, leave the shell behind, on this dirty last day
Darkest clouds ever displayed on repeat well played planned like I’ve daydreamed spaced out, imagined
Hidden sands for stretched banned hands slammed previously jammed within faulty gears, my tears will never die why I dispose of them quickly feeling sickly, attitude can be prickly
Howling to my hidden moon pulling tides front back while volume I yelled with greatly reduced, traction control
Last day submission before deadline.
