He was born in evening blue Under the moon Witnessed by the glowing eyes of the sky into the splintering song of coyotes Each one’s voice rising like glowing embers from a fire were his lullaby
I'm staring at a broken door
There's nothing left here anymore
My room is cold it's making me insane
I've been waitin' here so long
But now moment seems to've come
I see the dark
spending more time alone these days and realising how fleeting everything is feelings connections possessions loneliness may be the only thing humans can experience indefinitely