Milena-Zaremba - Hobbyist, Traditional Artist | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Literature

Immortal

How will you tell the night that it was all in vain blinking with her billion eyes ashamed that she can see us? That the Milky Way is a dead-end; That our bodies are not celestial; Memories, they hide In the corners; hunting Listen There's a clock in my chest, beating Plea the time It's time for it to go back To stop, stop running It's not healing lethal wounds Tell it to them My heart won't understand That love can die