The Dead Sun.

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The dead sun
In my heart
Rolling down
Slowly
Taking me
Into the darkness
Over the edge
Of those
Cloudy dreams
Silent stars
Watching me
As night grows
Young and wild
And I can't feel
The warmth of
My skin
Those memories
You have left
Are
Fading to black
But, I need You
To stay
In my dreams
The only thing
That's
Holding me back
Keeping me sane.

The Dead Sun. | Ecency