Running like vampires
We hide from the light
Lest it burn us alive
Or burn out our sight
Stick to the shadows
And run the dark road
Or the weight of the Sun
Will be part of our load
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Running like vampires
We hide from the light
Lest it burn us alive
Or burn out our sight
Stick to the shadows
And run the dark road
Or the weight of the Sun
Will be part of our load