hollow hearts of clay
awaken, the day’s rue
sway
with impulse
fickle, as the squandered bloom
lest sated
by squall’s dew
trickling serous dolor
a desiccant fate awaits
hollow hearts of clay
awaken, the day’s rue
sway
with impulse
fickle, as the squandered bloom
lest sated
by squall’s dew
trickling serous dolor
a desiccant fate awaits