The grey mouth of hunger.
It was the day after Friday,
But there were no Saturdays anymore.
They were years of grey weekdays.
Everything was grey:
The light. The dreams. The mouth of our hunger.
Background:
It was the day after Friday,
But there were no Saturdays anymore.
They were years of grey weekdays.
Everything was grey:
The light. The dreams. The mouth of our hunger.
Background: