Summer Gloom
12/01/25
Through the blinds I let in the summer gloom
Why is it that I feel safest in a locked room?
The tender years of my youth have been devoured
By what is deemed by others as imaginary
By the monsters I myself created.
12/01/25
Through the blinds I let in the summer gloom
Why is it that I feel safest in a locked room?
The tender years of my youth have been devoured
By what is deemed by others as imaginary
By the monsters I myself created.