The night came always too late.
The fatigue has settled in the cracks of the soul.
It left us only half human: without will, without thoughts.
Loneliness was that half that was human.
It filled up all the empty spaces inside.
The night came always too late.
The fatigue has settled in the cracks of the soul.
It left us only half human: without will, without thoughts.
Loneliness was that half that was human.
It filled up all the empty spaces inside.