Lonely writers
With our hearts on fire
And a lazy love
Just wasn’t quite enough for me.
- Any Movement (Dog Is Dead)
And as the Sun says farewell,
The darkness consumes us.
We are left alone with our thoughts
And only our thoughts.
Slowly decaying
Until we are nothing but dust on the ground.
Dawn came too late.
She could not save me.
For I’d perished with the lonesome sky and the lonesome stars.
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,
There was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived.
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world.
