The Call
Something written late at night.
I sit upon the edge to which I see
The endless sky, so black, so deep, so far
I hear a voice, silent, not far from me
The void she calls to me towards the end
Should it be chased or shall I not go join?
Something written late at night.
I sit upon the edge to which I see
The endless sky, so black, so deep, so far
I hear a voice, silent, not far from me
The void she calls to me towards the end
Should it be chased or shall I not go join?