Contours
Nothing's vacant
about this vacancy,
nor human
about this music.
Just more deep and dark,
a dying breeze in your face,
while huddling in the contours
of impenetrable moonlight.
Contours
Nothing's vacant
about this vacancy,
nor human
about this music.
Just more deep and dark,
a dying breeze in your face,
while huddling in the contours
of impenetrable moonlight.