Senandika

She really wish to stand on a ledge And forgive herself

Stars align but dead freeze And so the night breeze bid goodbye Thus leaving only numbness. breathless, infinite cold  Lo and behold As the dark visit once more That makes her weary, restless That makes her confused That makes her lost Or perhaps it is her very own self that made her so.. Should she blame the dark like always? Or should she blame herself this time?