Digital drawing · poetry

Drag me a season.

Empty mind. . . 

Empty heart. . .

Care to share my brain

The beat of my old eye

That wanted yet not of sleep.

Let Nyx take away this day,

And when Persephone gets dragged into that hole,

I will soon follow,

Myself in tow of hollow dreams not of tomorrow.

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