Call it a night when the owl sings,

My soul is about to give up, swinging.

My inner beasts don’t lie, they are precise,

All I feel right now is loss and need for food.







Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Check Also
Back to top button
error: Content is protected !!

Turn Off Data Saver

To enjoy the full functions of our website, kindly turn off your data saver or switch to mobile browsers like Chrome or Firefox. Reload this page after turning off data saver