28 July 2012
Pale white, With frozen skin. Patients for life... Wearing thin.
A creature of night, Not a creature of day. Others who live, Need to simply decay.
Rushing around, All the time. They just need a moment, To unwind.
If they took these moments, They'd be out of my way. Maybe then I'd come out of night, And live in the day.
©Odd
Nocturnal • Opuss № I